Poems by Edith Wharton
Ogrin The Hermit
... Oft I knelt In night-long vigil while the lovers slept ...
Happiness
... Then shall we hear beneath the brooding wing ...
Patience
... I long to cry, -- her soft voice whispers, "Nay!" ...
Non Dolet!
... What then? What though the straggling rear-guard of the fight ...
With the Tide
... and knows They come for him, brought in upon the tide, ...
