Poems by Dora Sigerson Shorter
The Calling Motherland
... She draws them home, and holds them to her heart, ...
The Tree Uprooted
... [IN MEMORY] The earth-bound giant now is free, is free ...
To A Wounded Bird
... I shall rise no more from the cold of the ground, ...
The Blow Returned
... With all your small transgressings dimmed or fled, ...
Wirastrua
... " Wirastrua! wirastrua! would I were lying as cold as you ...
October, 1915
... Where convention chills each hand from a kind and friendly hold ...
The Heretic In The Temple
... Thou hand's-hold of brown feathers, thou dost speak ...
When Summer Comes
... 'Twas here I stooped to pluck a drooping flower, ...
I Would Have Wept
... And forgets you when dropped from His hand ...
The Careless Lad
... Now, what is this that holds so strong, ...
The Wild Geese
... "Wild geese are very numerous in this district, especially around Lough Esknahinny ...
The House Of Cards
... Does she dream he 'll kneel, entreat her ...
The Lover
... By some sweet presence haunted ...
Who Is He?
... Hide him, then, under the earth ...
Love
... All stern and robed in gloom, ...
