Poems by Alma Frances McCollum
Why Blossoms Fall
... When Spring, the morning, softly dawns, ...
Love
... Oh, then, They, over whom this wondrous waft is beamed, ...
A Song Of The Forest
... How the trees drooped their boughs to caress her, ...
The Angel Of The Sombre Cowl
... Were dimmed, and low the shaded night-light burned, ...
The Silent Singer
... Oh, rest, silent singer, till morning breaks through, ...
Little Nellie's Pa
... you see, She's in the part-a-second book and knows lots more than me ...
Forest Sounds
... They who, in Sorrow's tranquil eyes, have gazed, ...
The Angel's Kiss
... And thoughts of wicked things that crowd this life, ...
Where Sings The Whippoorwill
... Every leaf has stilled its motion, ...
