Category: Poetry

Shells

DEDICATION. TO THE PEOPLE OF WISCONSIN, From whom I have Received so Many Words of Praise and Encouragement; To whom I am Indebted for so Many Marks of Appreciation, _Rendering my Pleasant Work_ Pleasanter, My Glad Life Gladder, Is this volume gratefully dedicated BY THE AUTHOR.

Chapters

1. Part 1

DEDICATION. TO THE PEOPLE OF WISCONSIN, From whom I have Received so Many Words of Praise and Encouragement; To whom I am Indebted for so Many Marks of Appreciation, _Rendering...

2. Part 2

Nine o'clock, and the sun shines as yellow and warm, As though 'twere a fete day. I wish it would storm: Wish the thunder would crash, And the red lightning flash, And lap the b...

3. Part 3

All day the trees were moaning For the leaves that they had lost, All day they creaked and trembled, And the naked branches tossed And shivered in the north wind As he hurried u...

4. Part 4

Sometimes we mortals, writhing in bitter anguish, Crushed by great griefs, that seem too hard to bear, And led to doubt God's goodness and his wisdom, And will not lift our burd...

5. Part 5

I wonder, as I see her lying there, If God will give her spirit in His land Another shape. She could not be more fair. I think he will not change her form, or face, But with the...

6. Part 6

And, lying there, What should I care, Though Time, in a phrenzy of baffled rage, Should beat on my grave, And howl and rave, That I would not barter my youth, for age; But lie a...

7. Part 7

"And how shall we robe our darling? I have always dressed in white! But she must be clothed in colors-- With something soft, and bright." And the old man smiled and answered, "W...

8. Part 8

Magician, sage, philosopher, With all their vast brain-wealth combined, Are only babes, compared with her: This soul, that left the "things behind," And, "reaching to the things...