Poems by Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
The Forlorn Hope
... And said, "My friends, the cause for which you dare ...
Calgary Station
... His wife, dark-haired and handsome, takes her rest, ...
The Meeting
... A look, a smile--she passed! but where ...
The Little Man In Green
... Passing by. I was fey with spring and mirth-- ...
The Crocus Bed
... Curling lips which Earth has kissed, ...
Song Of The Sleeper
... At Life's Riddle-me-ree! ...
The Lost Key
... Yet, when her knocking ceased, 'twas I ...
The Watcher
... The long road and the dark shore, pools with stars aflame, ...
Joseph
... Yet her lips Part on a word whose honey she doth taste ...
The Reasons
... . "I don't know that it's anyone's business ...
Spring In Nazareth
... . . "The Spring is come!" a shepherd saith ...
Gold
... Golden morn might sparkle through! ...
