Poems by Sarah Helen Whitman

Whitman, Sarah Helen (1803-1878)

POEMS.

A STILL DAY IN AUTUMN.

THE TRAILING ARBUTUS.

MOONRISE IN MAY.

THE MORNING-GLORY.

WOOD-WALKS IN SPRING.

ON A STATUE OF DAVID.

A NIGHT IN AUGUST.

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FLORALIE.

STANZAS WITH A BRIDAL RING.

THE GOLDEN BALL.

ON FANNIE'S CHARM LAMP.

IN APRIL'S DIM AND SHOWERY NIGHTS.

ON A MAGDALEN BY CARLO DOLCE.

SUMMER'S CALL TO THE LITTLE ORPHAN.

LINES WRITTEN IN NOVEMBER.

EVENING ON THE BANKS OF THE MOSHASSUCK.

THE GARDEN SEPULCHRE.

A DAY OF THE INDIAN SUMMER.

A NOVEMBER LANDSCAPE.

A HOLLOW OF THE HILLS.

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MORNING AFTER A STORM.

OUR ISLAND OF DREAMS.

[II. When first I looked into thy glorious eyes]

[III. Oft since thine earthly eyes have closed on mine]

[IV. We met beneath September's gorgeous beams]

[V. On our lone pathway bloomed no earthly hopes]

[VI. If thy sad heart, pining for human love]

SONNETS TO ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING.

[I. Fair Sibyl, sitting in thy House of Clouds]

[II. Sometimes I see thee, pale with scorn and sorrow]

[III. Ay, most I love thee when thy starry song]

TO PERDITA.

A PANSY FROM THE GRAVE OF KEATS.

NIGHTFALL ON THE SEACONNET SHORE.

TO “SHIRLEY:”

PROSERPINE TO PLUTO IN HADES.

THE NIGHT BLOOMING CEREUS.

“A PAT OF BUTTER.”

EPIGÆA.

“SCIENCE.”

TO THE ANGEL OF DEATH.

CINDERELLA AND THE SLEEPING BEAUTY.

CINDERELLA.

THE SLEEPING BEAUTY.

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Thine is the hope that knows no fear,
The patient heart and true;
Whose wrongs but make the right more dear,
Whose love no loss may rue.

Sometimes a soft and sad surprise,—
A pitying angel, passion free,—
Looks earthward, from thy tender eyes,
Upon our frail humanity.

Thy calm brow speaks a nature true,
A marble constancy of soul,
A heart that can its dreams subdue
To wisdom's passionless control.

Thine eye hath the serenity
By Raphael to the Virgin given,
And from its blue benignity
Looks out the holy light of heaven.

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