Poet
Saretta Nesbit
1844–1899
English
- BEFORE PARTING.
- Cold is the earth, the flowers below...
- Dream footsteps wandering past us in our sleep...
- Girdled with gold my little lady's bower...
- HOP PICKING.
- MARCH VIOLETS.
- My best beloved, the Spring is fair...
- Never a hand on the cottage door...
- Not Summer's crown of scent the red rose weaves...
- Oh what a day! all yellow and gray...
- RESURGAM.
- The last bright relic of the moon's full gold...
- THE LOVER TO HIS LASS.
- The swans along the water glide...
- What o'clock is it, children dear...
- Where do we fly, under deep dark sky...