Poems by Dora Sigerson Shorter
The Child
... And oft she kissed his throat all full of song ...
In Any Garden
... "'Twas but the shade and shaking of your leaf," ...
The Fairies
... But I'll drive the goats for pasture to their greenest rath each morn ...
As The Sparks Fly Upward
... I prayed, "When comes the light of consciousness ...
Vale
... What comfort there, dear heart, ...
The Heart Of A Maid
... Who knows? In the pink of its bloom, ...
The Patchwork Quilt
... Since I must go forth alone, far beyond the roof-tree's shade, ...
Sister Marie
... On through the vale the strange stream went, ...
False Dearvorgil
... There, let the blind kern find his kings in wolf, or hawk, or dove, ...
To Mona
... Than that be-ribboned spaniel which ...
The Hours Of Illness
... The clock strikes eight! The curtains pulled aside ...
To Donneen
... " I said"He'll fear the throbbing engine's shriek, ...
I Saw Children Playing
... " No! they still are playing, chatting in a ring, ...
Death Of Gormlaith
... Those brave shoulders wide and strong, ...
Earl Rodericks Bride
... He drove the beast through stream and briar ...
