Lizette Woodworth Reese
A Rhyme Of Death’s Inn by Lizette Woodworth Reese

A Rhyme Of Death’s Inn by Lizette Woodworth Reese

A rhyme of good Death's inn! My love came to that door; And she had need of many things, The way had been so sore. My love she lifted up her head, "And is there room?" ...

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Love Came Back At Fall O’ Dew by Lizette Woodworth Reese

Love Came Back At Fall O’ Dew by Lizette Woodworth Reese

Love came back at fall o' dew, Playing his old part; But I had a word or two That would break his heart. 'He who comes at candlelight, That should come before, Must betake him to ...

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Wise by Lizette Woodworth Reese

Wise by Lizette Woodworth Reese

An apple orchard smells like wine;A succory flower is blue;Until Grief touched these eyes of mine,Such things I never knew.And now indeed I know so plainWhy one would like to ...

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Oh, Gray And Tender Is The Rain by Lizette Woodworth Reese

Oh, Gray And Tender Is The Rain by Lizette Woodworth Reese

Oh, gray and tender is the rain,That drips, drips on the pane!A hundred things come in the door,The scent of herbs, the thought of yore.I see the pool out in the grass,A bit of ...

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Spicewood by Lizette Woodworth Reese

Spicewood by Lizette Woodworth Reese

The spicewood burns along the gray, spent sky,In moist unchimneyed places, in a wind,That whips it all before, and all behind,Into one thick, rude flame, now low, now high,It is ...

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Tears by Lizette Woodworth Reese

Tears by Lizette Woodworth Reese

When I consider Life and its few years -- A wisp of fog betwixt us and the sun; A call to battle, and the battle done Ere the last echo dies within our ears; A rose choked in the ...

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The Deserted House by Lizette Woodworth Reese

The Deserted House by Lizette Woodworth Reese

To the sweet memory of Sidney LanierThe old house stands deserted, gray,With sharpened gables high in air,And deep-set lattices, all gayWith massive arch and framework rare;And ...

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Herbs by Lizette Woodworth Reese

Herbs by Lizette Woodworth Reese

A serviceable thingIs fennel, mint, or balm,Kept in the thrifty calmOf hollows, in the spring;Or by old houses pent.Dear is its ancient scentTo folk that love the days forgot,Nor ...

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Immortality by Lizette Woodworth Reese

Immortality by Lizette Woodworth Reese

Battles nor songs can from oblivion save, But Fame upon a white deed loves to build:From out that cup of water Sidney gave, Not one drop has been spilled.

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After by Lizette Woodworth Reese

After by Lizette Woodworth Reese

Oh, the littles that remain!Scent of mint out in the lane;Flare of window; sound of bees; —These, but these.Three times sitting down to bread;One time climbing up to ...

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A Little Song Of Life by Lizette Woodworth Reese

A Little Song Of Life by Lizette Woodworth Reese

Glad that I live am I;That the sky is blue;Glad for the country lanes,And the fall of dew.After the sun the rain;After the rain the sun;This is the way of life,Till the work be ...

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In Time Of Grief by Lizette Woodworth Reese

In Time Of Grief by Lizette Woodworth Reese

Dark, thinned, beside the wall of stone,The box dripped in the air;Its odor through my house was blownInto the chamber there.Remote and yet distinct the scent,The sole thing of ...

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Mid-March by Lizette Woodworth Reese

Mid-March by Lizette Woodworth Reese

It is too early for white boughs, too lateFor snows. From out the hedge the wind lets fallA few last flakes, ragged and delicate.Down the stripped roads the maples start their ...

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Anne by Lizette Woodworth Reese

Anne by Lizette Woodworth Reese

Her eyes be like the violets, Ablow in Sudbury lane;When she doth smile, her face is sweet As blossoms after rain;With grief I think of my gray hairs, And wish me young ...

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To A Town Poet by Lizette Woodworth Reese

To A Town Poet by Lizette Woodworth Reese

Snatch the departing mood;Make yours its emptying reed, and pipe us stillFaith in the time, faith in our common blood,Faith in the least of good:Song cannot fail if these its ...

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Telling The Bees by Lizette Woodworth Reese

Telling The Bees by Lizette Woodworth Reese

A Colonial CustomBathsheba came out to the sun,Out to our wallèd cherry-trees;The tears adown her cheek did run,Bathsheba standing in the sun,Telling the bees.My mother had that ...

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The Good Joan by Lizette Woodworth Reese

The Good Joan by Lizette Woodworth Reese

A long the thousand roads of France, Now there, and here, swift as a glance, A cloud, a mist blown down the sky, Good Joan of Arc goes riding by. In Domremy at candlelight, The ...

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A Haunting Memory by Lizette Woodworth Reese

A Haunting Memory by Lizette Woodworth Reese

Wild rockets blew along the lane;The tall white gentians too were there;The mullein stalks were brave again;Of blossoms was the bramble bare;And toward the pasture bars belowThe ...

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That Day You Came by Lizette Woodworth Reese

That Day You Came by Lizette Woodworth Reese

Such special sweetness was about That day God sent you here, I knew the lavender was out, And it was mid of year. Their common way the great winds blew, The ships sailed ...

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Reserve by Lizette Woodworth Reese

Reserve by Lizette Woodworth Reese

Keep back the one word more,Nor give of your whole store;For, it may be, in Art’s sole hour of need,Lacking that word, you shall be poor indeed.

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A Christmas Folk-Song by Lizette Woodworth Reese

A Christmas Folk-Song by Lizette Woodworth Reese

The little Jesus came to town;The wind blew up, the wind blew down;Out in the street the wind was bold;Now who would house Him from the cold?Then opened wide a stable door,Fair ...

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Lydia Is Gone This Many A Year by Lizette Woodworth Reese

Lydia Is Gone This Many A Year by Lizette Woodworth Reese

Lydia is gone this many a year,Yet when the lilacs stir,In the old gardens far or near,The house is full of her.They climb the twisted chamber stair;Her picture haunts the room;On ...

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A Holiday by Lizette Woodworth Reese

A Holiday by Lizette Woodworth Reese

Along the pastoral ways I go,To get the healing of the trees,The ghostly news the hedges know;To hive me honey like the bees,Against the time of snow.The common hawthorn that I ...

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A Flower Of Mullein by Lizette Woodworth Reese

A Flower Of Mullein by Lizette Woodworth Reese

I am too near, too clear a thing for you,A flower of mullein in a crack of wall,The villagers half see, or not at all;Part of the weather, like the wind or dew.You love to pluck ...

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Keats by Lizette Woodworth Reese

Keats by Lizette Woodworth Reese

An English lad, who, reading in a book,A ponderous, leathern thing set on his knee,Saw the broad violet of the Egean SeaLap at his feet as it were village brook.Wide was the east; ...

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Daffodils by Lizette Woodworth Reese

Daffodils by Lizette Woodworth Reese

Fathered by March, the daffodils are here.First, all the air grew keen with yesterday,And once a thrush from out some hollow grayOn a field’s edge, where whitening stalks made ...

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A Song For Candlemas by Lizette Woodworth Reese

A Song For Candlemas by Lizette Woodworth Reese

There’s never a rose upon the bush,And never a bud on any tree;In wood and field nor hint nor signOf one green thing for you or me.Come in, come in, sweet love of mine,And let the ...

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All Hallows Night by Lizette Woodworth Reese

All Hallows Night by Lizette Woodworth Reese

Two things I did on Hallows Night:— Made my house April-clear; Left open wide my door To the ghosts of the year.Then one came in. Across the room It stood up long and fair— The ...

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Thomas À Kempis by Lizette Woodworth Reese

Thomas À Kempis by Lizette Woodworth Reese

Brother of mine, good monk with cowlëd head,Walled from that world which thou hast long since fled,And pacing thy green close beyond the sea,I send my heart to thee.Down ...

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Trust by Lizette Woodworth Reese

Trust by Lizette Woodworth Reese

I am thy grass, O Lord! I grow up sweet and tallBut for a day; beneath Thy sword To lie at evenfall.Yet have I not enough In that brief day of mine?The wind, the bees, ...

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Writ In A Book Of Welsh Verse by Lizette Woodworth Reese

Writ In A Book Of Welsh Verse by Lizette Woodworth Reese

This is the house where I was bred:The wind blows through it without stint,The wind bitten by the roadside mint;Here brake I loaf, here climbed to bed.The fuchsia on the window ...

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Lydia by Lizette Woodworth Reese

Lydia by Lizette Woodworth Reese

Break forth, break forth, O Sudbury town, And bid your yards be gayUp all your gusty streets and down, For Lydia comes to-day!I hear it on the wharves below; And if I buy or ...

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A Violin At Dusk by Lizette Woodworth Reese

A Violin At Dusk by Lizette Woodworth Reese

Stumble to silence, all you uneasy things, That pack the day with bluster and with fret.For here is music at each window set;Here is a cup which drips with all the springsThat ...

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