Poems by Virna Sheard
The Unknowing
... If love but learned how soon life treads its measure, ...
A Song Of Poppies
... Gladly as trees live through a hundred summers ...
The Call
... " The west wind whispers all night long ...
A Pagan Prayer
... The little purple-winged swallows that fly ...
A Song Of Love
... Are years that march like prisoners, who drag the chains they wear ...
In Solitude
... Bringing the balm of sleep--comes not alone ...
Don Cupid
... As you with your feathered darts ...
When April Comes!
... The swallows will come swinging through the air ...
From 'The Temple'
... HERE is the perfume of the leaves, the incense of the pines ...
April
... Dost know there's no joy like the joy that comes ...
The Whistler
... " Though the great world was white, he whistled in the night-- ...
The Temple
... Here is the perfume of the leaves, the incense of the pines-- ...
At The Play
... And the world still shares with them its laughter and its tears ...
Halloween
... From this time-worn world, where your years were spent ...
The Climber
... He watched the storm clouds when they rolled below, ...
