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Poems by Elizabeth Akers (Florence Percy)

Allen, Elizabeth Akers (1832-1911)

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VIOLET-PLANTING.
 
SNOW.
 
NOVEMBER.
 
AMONG THE LAURELS.
 
IN ILLNESS.
 
MY SOLDIER.
 
TRUE.
 
BROKEN FAITH.
 
IN WASHINGTON.
 
TIME.
 
BABYHOOD.
 
GOING TO SLEEP.
 
LEFT BEHIND.
 
THE DREAM,
 
ENDURANCE.
 
THE SPARROW AT SEA.
 
WHITE HEAD.
 
LOVED TOO LATE.
 
SINGING IN THE RAIN.
 
THEN.
 
AN AUTUMN VIOLET.
 
THE MOUNTAINS.
 
A SPRING LOVE-SONG.
 
THE AMBER ROSARY.
 
OUR SOLDIERS.
 
GOOD BY.
 
FORESHADOWING.
 
THE CLAY-CHILD.
 
LOST LIGHT.
 
THE CITY OF THE LIVING.
 
OCTOBER.
 
AT LAST.
 
LITTLE LOSSES.
 
LAST.
 
THISTLES.
 
GERTRUDIE.
 
FORGOTTEN.
 
WATER-LILIES.
 
IN AN ATTIC.
 
CASTLES IN SPAIN.
 
OCTOBER TO MAY.
 
EVENING.
 
PROPHECY.
 
SKELETONS.
 
A FANTASY.
 
ROTHERMEL'S WILLOW.
 
“MY DEARLING.”
 
BONDS.
 
MY PEACE.
 
CHRISTMAS CAROLS.
 
THE VISION OF VIOLETS.
 
THE NEW TEMPLE.
 
WERTER TO CHARLOTTE.
 
RESTLESSNESS.
 
BELLA.
 
APRIL RAIN.
 
CONSOLATION.
 
WHEN THE LEAVES ARE TURNING BROWN.
 
THE SINGER.
 
AUTUMN RAIN.
 
OUT AT SEA.
 
A BRIDE.
 
CHRYSANTHEMUMS.
 
A DREAM.
 
CITY SMOKE.
 
IN VAIN.
 
SEA-BIRDS.
 
THE CHAMBER OF REST.
 
WHERE THE ROSES GREW.
 
LITTLE NANNIE.
 
WHOM THE LORD LOVETH.
 
SLEEP.
 
ANSWER ME.
 
CRADLE-TIME.
 
KISSES.
 
APRIL SNOW.
 
VOYAGING.
 
BELIEVE IN ME.
 
ROCK ME TO SLEEP.
 
MARCH.
 
SPRING AT THE CAPITAL.
 
“BLESSED DREAMS.”
 
TWO SUMMERS.
 
THE RETURN OF THE REGIMENT.
 
AN OLD PORTRAIT.
 
KARL.
 
A POTOMAC PICTURE.
 
AWAY FROM HOME.
 
THINE.
 
THE WAY TO YOUTH.
 
TEMPT ME NO MORE.
 
APRIL.
 
AT THE GATE.
 
PEACE.
 
LOST.
 
NIGHTFALL.
 
JUNE.
 
“THE UPWARD ROAD.”
 
PROMOTED.
 
VINE-LIFE.
 
THE WATCHERS.
 
IN THE DEFENCES.
 
MY SHIP.
 
BRINGING OUR SHEAVES WITH US.

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34

GOING TO SLEEP.

The light is fading down the sky,
The shadows grow and multiply;
I hear the thrushes' evening song:
But I have borne with toil and wrong
So long, so long!
Dim dreams my drowsy senses drown,—
So, darling, kiss my eyelids down!
My life's brief spring went wasted by,
My summer ended fruitlessly;
I learned to hunger, strive, and wait:
I found you, love,—O happy fate!—
So late, so late!
Now all my fields are turning brown,—
So, darling, kiss my eyelids down!
O blessed sleep! O perfect rest!
Thus pillowed on your faithful breast,
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Nor life nor death is wholly drear,
O tender heart, since you are here,—
So dear, so dear!
Sweet love! my soul's sufficient crown!
Now, darling, kiss my eyelids down!
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