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To Clarissa By Dora Sigerson Shorter

To Clarissa By Dora Sigerson Shorter

To Clarissa Clarissa, when you passed me by With scornful lip and haughty eye, My fault I did deplore, Your anger, like a poisoned dart, Struck death into my guilty heart, I vowed to sin no more. Clarissa, when you did forgive And bid my fainting heart to live, Nor killed me with disdain, So soft yo... »

The Star By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Star By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Star [IN MEMORIAM P. P.] I saw a dreamer, I saw a poet, On the red battle-field fell my slow tear, ‘Lover of birds and flowers, singer of gentle songs, Dying with men of war, what do you here?’ Languid his closing eyes looked to the breaking dawn Where the young day peeped out throug... »

The Old Song By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Old Song By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Old Song When I was a young lad of happy sixteen There came to my window the Cushla-mo chree, And the song that she sang was the song of the wind, And the song that she sang was the song of the sea. ‘And will you come with me, a vic and a stor? And will you come with me, alanna?’ she... »

The Foolish Old Man By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Foolish Old Man By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Foolish Old Man A miller’s daughter, as I heard tell— Sing heigh! but the maid was merry— Was loved by her father’s man full well, His cheek was brown as a berry. He made the grey mare fast to her stall, The red cow drove to the byre, Then he sought the old man in his hall, Where he ... »

The Ballad Of The Little Black Hound By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Ballad Of The Little Black Hound By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Ballad Of The Little Black Hound Who knocks at the Geraldine’s door to-night In the black storm and the rain? With the thunder crash and the shrieking wind Comes the moan of a creature’s pain. And once they knocked, yet never a stir To show that the Geraldine knew; And twice they kno... »

Mother By Dora Sigerson Shorter

Mother By Dora Sigerson Shorter

Mother If I should rise amidst the assembled dead, Calling for thee, whose fond hands often led Me in young years, in that far unknown place To help me there, and could not find thy face ! If thou wouldst find that mother who was free To call thee hers, as I have need of thee; Or I stood lost, all f... »

I Prayed So Eagerly By Dora Sigerson Shorter

I Prayed So Eagerly By Dora Sigerson Shorter

I Prayed So Eagerly I prayed so eagerly, ‘Turn and see How bitter I have striven— A word and all forgiven.’ I prayed so eagerly. I prayed so eagerly— Not to be; You turned and passed. Goodbye! Fates smile for me, dreamed I— Yet I prayed eagerly. Hits: 0 »

Beware By Dora Sigerson Shorter

Beware By Dora Sigerson Shorter

Beware I closed my hands upon a moth And when I drew my palms apart, Instead of dusty, broken wings, I found a bleeding human heart. I crushed my foot upon a worm That had my garden for its goal, But when I drew my foot aside I found a dying human soul. Hits: 0 »

A Cry In The World By Dora Sigerson Shorter

A Cry In The World By Dora Sigerson Shorter

A Cry In The World Kine, kine, in the meadows, why do you low so piteously? High is the grass to your knees and wet with the dew of the morn, Sweet with the perfume of honey, and breath of the clover blossoms; But the sad-eyed kine on the hillside see no joy in the day newborn. ‘Man, man has b... »

You Will Not Come Again By Dora Sigerson Shorter

You Will Not Come Again By Dora Sigerson Shorter

You Will Not Come Again The green has come to the leafless tree, The earth brings forth its grain; The rose has come for the honey bee You will not come again. The birds have come to the empty nest, All winter full of rain; Music has come where the silence was You will not come again. Love swift wil... »

The Wild Geese By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Wild Geese By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Wild Geese ‘Wild geese are very numerous in this district, especially around Lough Esknahinny.’ —Cork Examiner, December , . I walked by Esknahinny at the waning of the moon, As star by star came peeping to some celestial tune. The little waves crept to me to call and fall away, O lo... »

The Sad Years By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Sad Years By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Sad Years Thou hast encompassed us, indeed, O Lord, With these sad years. Where does the failure lie Of this Thy man, made to Thy likeness, since Within the golden mirror of the sun Thou gavest Thy sweet loveliness and didst Then gather dust to mould him to Thy shape, And stood him upright on Th... »

The Little White Rabbit By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Little White Rabbit By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Little White Rabbit ‘May I go to the field,’ said the little white rabbit, ‘Where the corn grows sweet and high?’ ‘Is there aught on the stile,’ said the old, old mother, ‘Or what do I there espy?’ ‘’Tis a shepherd’s lad, but he dreams in his place, And he will not rise to slay.’ ‘Oh... »

The Enchanted Lake By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Enchanted Lake By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Enchanted Lake I found a dark enchanted lake, That lay within a lonely glade; I stood a moment, held entranced, Hid ‘neath the willow’s purple shade. The moon cast down her silver nets, As slow she sailed the misty blue, And in their twisting coil and mesh The leaping waters softly d... »

Sick I Am And Sorrowful By Dora Sigerson Shorter

Sick I Am And Sorrowful By Dora Sigerson Shorter

Sick I Am And Sorrowful Sick I am and sorrowful, how can I be well again Here, where fog and darkness is, and big guns boom all day, Practising for evil sport? If you speak humanity, Hatred comes into each face, and so you cease to pray. How I dread the sound of guns, hate the bark of musketry, Sinc... »

Little White Rose By Dora Sigerson Shorter

Little White Rose By Dora Sigerson Shorter

Little White Rose Little white rose that I loved, I loved, Roisin ban, Roisin ban! Fair my bud as the morning’s dawn. I kissed my beautiful flower to bloom, My heart grew glad for its rich perfume— Little white rose that I loved! Little white rose that I loved grew red, Roisin rua, Roisin rua!... »

For Whom By Dora Sigerson Shorter

For Whom By Dora Sigerson Shorter

For Whom ‘Ach Gott! wem gehort dieses Haus?’— Tyrolese house motto. I built a house, four perfect walls and strong, To hold the kindly roof, whose shelt’ring eve Did tempt the darting swallows from their flight To nest and stay all loth and late to leave. Wide windows, planned to h... »

All Soul’s Eve By Dora Sigerson Shorter

All Soul’s Eve By Dora Sigerson Shorter

All Soul’s Eve I cried all night to you, I called till day was here; Perhaps you could not come, Or were too tirèd, dear. Your chair I set by mine, I made the dim hearth glow, I whispered, ‘When he comes I shall not let him go.’ I closed the shutters tight, I feared the dawn of day, I st... »

When You Are On The Sea By Dora Sigerson Shorter

When You Are On The Sea By Dora Sigerson Shorter

When You Are On The Sea How can I laugh or dance as others do, Or ply my rock or reel? My heart will still return to dreams of you Beside my spinning-wheel. My little dog he cried out in the dark, He would not whisht for me I took him to my side—why did he bark When you were on the sea? I fear the r... »

The Three Trees By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Three Trees By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Three Trees The oak is a brave tree that groweth in the wood— The oak, and the pine, and the aspen tree— Strong his mighty timbers, that have the years withstood, Safe he carries the sailor on the sea, Through the storm and through the stress of the sea. The pine in his armour groweth straight a... »

The Prayer By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Prayer By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Prayer ‘Many worlds have I made,’ said the Good God, ‘But this is best of all,’ He slipped the round earth from His lap, Space held the circling ball. ‘Six days have I laboured,’ said the Good God, ‘To make it very fair, And man and woman have I moulded ... »

The Highway To Fame By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Highway To Fame By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Highway To Fame In every man this world doth hold Two selves are cast in that human mould. If he hearken but to the voice of one, Then heaven is his when his work is done; But if to the other his ear doth turn, Despair in his heart shall for ever burn. I and my other self one day Woke from sleep... »

The Calling Motherland By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Calling Motherland By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Calling Motherland On the lone height of some untrodden hill The shadowy mother goes, Calling, calling; Grief hath her eyes, her cheek is wan and chill As winter snows On the far height of some untrodden hill. The four strong winds take up her voice and fly The circling world around, Calling, ca... »

On The Other Side By Dora Sigerson Shorter

On The Other Side By Dora Sigerson Shorter

On The Other Side What will you do through the waiting days, What will my darling do? Will you sleep, or wander in those strange ways Until I can come to you? Do you cry at the door as I cry here, Death’s door that lies between? Do you plead in vain for my love, my dear, As you stand by my sid... »

In Wintry Weather By Dora Sigerson Shorter

In Wintry Weather By Dora Sigerson Shorter

In Wintry Weather Dear, in wintry weather, How close we crept together! The storms, with all their thunder, Could not our fond hands sunder. No sorrow followed after Cold words or scornful laughter. How close we crept together, Through all the wintry weather! Dear, when each rose uncurled To its swe... »

Daisies By Dora Sigerson Shorter

Daisies By Dora Sigerson Shorter

Daisies Blossomed too soon, little daisies of Spring! Leaving the sheltering arms of the earth, The white tears of Winter unshed in the sky, And weary-eyed Sorrow to welcome your birth. See, ’twas cold Winter that woke you from sleep, Breathed upon you with Summer’s warm breath, Kissed y... »

A New Year By Dora Sigerson Shorter

A New Year By Dora Sigerson Shorter

A New Year Behold! a new white world! The falling snow Has cloaked the last old year And bid him go. To-morrow! cries the oak To his lone heart, My sealèd buds shall fling Their leaves apart. To-morrow! pipes the thrush, And once again How sweet the nest that long Was full of rain. To-morrow! bleats... »

To A Sleeping Maid By Dora Sigerson Shorter

To A Sleeping Maid By Dora Sigerson Shorter

To A Sleeping Maid Oh! do not rudely wake her, nor reproach Those pulsing limbs for this hostility To timid life, that cast in death-like way What he had moulded for his ecstasy. Nay! rather pity one so keen to leave For swift oblivion that alluring world, Whose morning sun doth seek with gentle bre... »

The Six Sorrows By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Six Sorrows By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Six Sorrows There are six sorrows in my heart— Red Allen, Clare, and Joan, Sweet Bet, and Jock, and little Roy; Six sorrows all my own. Red Allen was my first-born son, How dear he was to see, The first sweet babe—and now he lies Beneath the church-yard tree. My little Clare, and pretty Joan, Sl... »

The Old Professor By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Old Professor By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Old Professor See, there he goes, a-pulling his long beard; With frowning brow, and far and absent gaze, On his bowed head the dust of time’s grey years, And on his parchment cheek life’s score of days. He doth not hear the lark in worship swing Up God’s blue stairs the incense... »

The Foe By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Foe By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Foe My foe did strike me, Lord, I am not meek, I cannot turn to him the other cheek, Rather to Thee for vengeance do I cry, Tooth for a tooth, dear Lord, eye for an eye. Had he but felled me, giving blow for blow, My rage had little flame, my hate were slow, I could forgive stood he to me alone,... »

The Awakening By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Awakening By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Awakening Once she woke to fairyland, Now she wakes to grief, All the golden days are gone, Lost by time—the thief. Once she sprang to meet the dawn, Now so loth to rise; She to greet the coming day Opens heavy eyes. Singing bird and budding trees, Bloom of rose unfurled, All her hopes are far f... »

Monica By Dora Sigerson Shorter

Monica By Dora Sigerson Shorter

Monica Pardon give to Monica, She is so very fair— Though soft eyes give promises Rosy lips forswear. From the shy droop of her head, You a hope might take; In the hiding cheek, beware, The dainty dimples wake. Pardon give to Monica. Pardon give to Monica. The havoc of her eyes, Yours they will not ... »

I Want To Talk To Thee By Dora Sigerson Shorter

I Want To Talk To Thee By Dora Sigerson Shorter

I Want To Talk To Thee I want to talk to thee of many things Or sit in silence when the robin sings His littl’ song, when comes the winter bleak, I want to sit beside thee, cheek by cheek. I want to hear thy voice my name repeat, To fill my heart with echoes ever sweet; I want to hear thy love... »

Ave Maria By Dora Sigerson Shorter

Ave Maria By Dora Sigerson Shorter

Ave Maria In the darkness of the night I wake and weep, Ave Maria, hear my cry! Dread shapes crowd around me, I cannot sleep, Ave Maria, hear my cry! Love that must separate, Death that takes all, Ave Maria, hear my cry! Comes in the darkness with shuddering footfall, Ave Maria, hear my cry! Stern s... »

A Changeling By Dora Sigerson Shorter

A Changeling By Dora Sigerson Shorter

A Changeling My Future lay cradled asleep; I kissed the sweet mouth and she smiled With a promise of all she should be, Womanhood crowning the child— Her wings that would grow with her growth, Till they bore her to heaven at last; When she queened in the world awhile, Then all the sweet mockery past... »

Wirastrua By Dora Sigerson Shorter

Wirastrua By Dora Sigerson Shorter

Wirastrua Wirastrua, wirastrua, woe to me that you are dead! The corpse has spoken from out his bed. ‘Yesternight my burning brain Throbbed and beat on the strings of pain Now I rest, all my dreaming’s done, In the world behind the sun. Yesterday I toiled full sore, To-day I ride in a co... »

The Wild Beast By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Wild Beast By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Wild Beast One spring as I went walking By budding leaf and thorn To see the sun a-shining Upon an Easter morn; My hound she gambolled by me, Oft hunting in her play Some small thing in the hedges She found upon her way, How splendid was her going How happy was her joy, I felt I could not chide ... »

The Scallop Shell By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Scallop Shell By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Scallop Shell A scallop shell, loosed by the lifting tide, Had left a friendly shore, the seas to brave; Its lips of pink and snowy hollow shone Pure in the sun, a pearl upon the wave. It gleamed and passed—you burdened it with love, With sweet long futures, new and dreamy days And named for me—... »

The Little Sister By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Little Sister By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Little Sister The wind knocks at the window, And my heart is full of fear, For I know when it is calling That some evil thing is near. It whispers in the chimney, And I strike the log to flame, Lest it come down and take me To the land that hath no name. For once I had a sister, Who now am left ... »

The Defenders By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Defenders By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Defenders Leave me my dreams, and I shall not repine; Youth’s eager hours, love’s restless holiday. Leave me my dreams, a castled garden mine— Where all unchid my wand’ring feet can stray. Leave me my dreams, the foe is at my door, Time’s swinging scythe, and disappointed... »

Seeking By Dora Sigerson Shorter

Seeking By Dora Sigerson Shorter

Seeking There I cannot find thee, O my love! In the city’s clamour, In its pleasure’s glamour; ‘Mid the multitude of faces Or the wilderness of places There I cannot find thee, O my love! There I cannot find thee, O my love! Where corn groweth yellow, Where luscious fruits come mel... »

Last Eve By Dora Sigerson Shorter

Last Eve By Dora Sigerson Shorter

Last Eve Last eve as I leaned from my lattice, looked out at the night Where the grey of the sea misted into the grey of the skies, Came with quick beating of wings and long sorrowful cries Beautiful birds, and I wept, being blind with their white. How the wind’s strong invisible hands beat on... »

For He Had Great Possessions By Dora Sigerson Shorter

For He Had Great Possessions By Dora Sigerson Shorter

For He Had Great Possessions And I had died before the spring had come, When winter’s kiss upon the fields was cold, And no small seed had broken up the land, Then had I died, whose earthly hours were told. I should have liked to see the snowdrop rise, And pressed my lips upon the primrose bow... »

A Weeping Cupid By Dora Sigerson Shorter

A Weeping Cupid By Dora Sigerson Shorter

A Weeping Cupid Why, Love! I thought you were gay and fair, Merry of mien and debonair. What then means this brow so black, Whose sullen gloom twin eyes give back, Poor little god in tears, alack! Why, Love! I thought in your smiling cheek Dainty dimples played hide and seek; Passing by like a winte... »

Unknown Ideal By Dora Sigerson Shorter

Unknown Ideal By Dora Sigerson Shorter

Unknown Ideal Whose is the voice that will not let me rest? I hear it speak. Where is the shore will gratify my quest, Show what I seek? Not yours, weak Muse, to mimic that far voice, With halting tongue; No peace, sweet land, to bid my heart rejoice Your groves among. Whose is the loveliness I know... »

The Three Fates By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Three Fates By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Three Fates Up in the cave of the wind, All bent and crabbed with their years, In endless chatter they sit, Old Distaff, Spindle, and Shears. And they caught a mother’s song Going by them on the breeze, As she hushed her pretty babe To sweet slumber on her knees. ‘Oh, you shall be gr... »

The Poisoned Arrow By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Poisoned Arrow By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Poisoned Arrow All wounded sore he lay upon my path, His piteous moans his woeful need confessed; I stooped to find his hurt with searching hand— A poisoned arrow pierced his panting breast. He had a friend who dwelt beside the way, And, running swift, I called to him for aid ‘Your comrade... »

The Heritage By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Heritage By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Heritage He on his man-child laid a soothing hand, And hushed him into slumber, singing, ‘Sleep! For thee the world was made and for thee planned. With this thy heritage, why dost thou weep? ‘For thee the mother bird on her soft nest Doth turn her speckled eggs with patient care, And... »

The Bridal Of Lady Aideen By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Bridal Of Lady Aideen By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Bridal Of Lady Aideen O Lady Aideen, will you wed with me, wed with me in the early morning? A silken gown for your body’s wear, a golden crown for your hair’s adorning. (One flirting magpie on the quicken tree flies from his perching ‘twixt you and me.) The proudest colt that ... »

One Day In December By Dora Sigerson Shorter

One Day In December By Dora Sigerson Shorter

One Day In December ‘Every dog has his day.’ Well, dear, do you remember, How you and I found a golden day In the midst of a bleak December? You smiled at the chance of our meeting, I blushed as I turned away, While our little world stood by in amaze, With hands upheld in dismay. We loosed the chain... »

In The Years Of Sarsfield By Dora Sigerson Shorter

In The Years Of Sarsfield By Dora Sigerson Shorter

In The Years Of Sarsfield I wish I were over the Curlew Mountains, Marching to Sligo by valley and fen; I wish I were back in the years of Sarsfield, Tramping the rough roads with him and his men. I wish that I stood upon Yellow Island, Watching the camp that the Williamites made; I wish that my goo... »

Cupid Slain By Dora Sigerson Shorter

Cupid Slain By Dora Sigerson Shorter

Cupid Slain I come from a burial; Hush! let me be I have put away my love, Fair exceedingly. Ah! the little gold curls Soft about his face; Now my heart is sorrowful For his sleeping-place. But he would pursue me, Never let me rest; Till I turned and slew him, Knowing it were best. Laid his bow besi... »

A Moth By Dora Sigerson Shorter

A Moth By Dora Sigerson Shorter

A Moth I, like a moth to the candle, Am chained by a glance from your eye. If I shun you, the world is in darkness; If I seek my desire, I die. I hide ‘neath the wings of my fancy, I seek out my room’s darkest shade; Your shining still follows me ever, Till I fly to my doom unafraid. And... »

To Bid Her Live By Dora Sigerson Shorter

To Bid Her Live By Dora Sigerson Shorter

To Bid Her Live Bring to her spring flowers, Cowslip and celandine, And bid her hear the blackbird’s song. Let pass the sunny hours In her dull room to shine, Lay cherry blossom her thin arm along. Bring all the sweets of June, Pale viola and rue, Garlands of fragrant roses, pink and white. Th... »

The Sister By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Sister By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Sister WHAT is balm for a soul distressed, O! sailor tell to me ? “A good ship in a fighting wind glad of an angry sea. The leaping timbers ‘neath your feet, the salt upon your cheek, Never soul could mourn, my sister, O! never heart could break.’ What is joy for a stricken heart, O!... »

The Nameless One By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Nameless One By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Nameless One Last night a hand pushed on the door And tirled at the pin. I turned my face unto the wall, And could not cry, ‘Come in!’ I dared not cry, ‘Come in!’ Last night a voice wailed round the house And called my name upon, And bitter, bitter did it mourn ‘Whe... »

The Flight Of The Wild Geese By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Flight Of The Wild Geese By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Flight Of The Wild Geese Wrapt in the darkness of the night, Gathering in silence on the shore, Wild geese flown from hiding on the hills (Hark! the wolf-hound; thrice he howled before), Wild geese with forest leaves tangled in their hair. Is that blood on the heaving breasts of some, Or dull re... »

The Angler By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Angler By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Angler When saucy Celia came my way I knew my sport was ended, So ceased my cunning rod to play, Since she the fish befriended. Across my eyes her tangled locks She bound with childish laughter, ‘Here is the shadow, sir,’ said she; ‘Now, who doth follow after?’ ”Tis... »

Migratory Birds By Dora Sigerson Shorter

Migratory Birds By Dora Sigerson Shorter

Migratory Birds I have listened for the beat Of slow wings across the sea. In their strange and dumb retreat From their foreign liberty. Come the birds from northern lands, Where the Russian sleigh-bells chime, From the hungry desert sands Of a southern clime. Come the birds where Eastern air, Pierc... »