Katydid's Poems

The train glides on. Each mountain scene Is like a panoramic view, Though oft I toward the window lean, To scan some object that I knew. I see a log hut in the vale, And rustic...

Next I hailed a youth that passed me, and his face was wond’rous fair, And I searched long through his heart’s book, but the poem was not there; “It is lost!” I cried with sorro...

But look! the morning’s amber hue Steals on the Easter skies, Farewell! farewell! when Death has closed These dim and longing eyes, In peace to slumber here entombed, Will be th...

Up, up on the wings of a swallow Piercing the heaven’s deep blue, O’er meadow and mount I am rising, And floating, sweet spirit, to you; Onward, in trance I am wafted, Now into...

To him whose every word is one of praise, Who loves to linger where my thoughts have been, And who delights in all my rhyming ways, I offer first these efforts of my pen.

I meet familiar names in Death’s long list, I pass new graves where tears have thawed the snows, I search my heart lest something I have missed, But in its garden find no dying...