Dora Sigerson Shorter

(1866-1918 / Ireland)

Dora Sigerson Shorter Poems

1. A Bird From The West 9/29/2010
2. A Careless Heart 9/29/2010
3. A Catholic To His Ulster Brother 9/29/2010
4. A Changeling 9/29/2010
5. A Misunderstanding 9/29/2010
6. A Moth 9/29/2010
7. A New Year 9/29/2010
8. A Recompense 9/29/2010
9. A Rose Will Fade 9/29/2010
10. A Friend In Need 9/29/2010
11. A Song For Evaleen 9/29/2010
12. A Weeping Cupid 9/29/2010
13. All Soul’s Eve 9/29/2010
14. All-Souls' Night 9/29/2010
15. An Eastern God 9/29/2010
16. An Eclipse 9/29/2010
17. An Epitaph 9/29/2010
18. An Imperfect Revolution 9/29/2010
19. An Irish Blackbird 9/29/2010
20. As The Sparks Fly Upward 9/29/2010
21. Ave Maria 9/29/2010
22. Beware 9/29/2010
23. Build No Roof-Tree 9/29/2010
24. But For The Tears 9/29/2010
25. By The Sea 9/29/2010
26. Cean Duv Deelish 9/29/2010
27. Cecilia’s Way 9/29/2010
28. Clouds 9/29/2010
29. Comfort The Women 9/29/2010
30. Conscription 9/29/2010
31. Cupid Slain 9/29/2010
32. Daisies 9/29/2010
33. Death Of Gormlaith 9/29/2010
34. Distant Voices 9/29/2010
35. Donacha Rua 9/29/2010
36. Earl Roderick’s Bride 9/29/2010
37. Eclipse 9/29/2010
38. Empire Building 9/29/2010
39. Faith 9/29/2010
40. False Dearvorgil 9/29/2010
Best Poem of Dora Sigerson Shorter

A Fantasy

I saw Winter 'neath a spindle tree,
She plucked berries bright to crown her head.
She was singing little robin's song
While wild beech-leaves round and round her spread.
I ran home into my little house,
Pulled to the shutters, barred up the door;
I knelt down to blow the fire to flame,
Great dark shadows danced upon the floor.
Long-legged shadows came from corners drear,
Leaped up white walls, fell, and climbed again.
I hear North Wind pushing at the gate,
I won't open, not for wind or rain.
Oh, run home, wee ones, lest the whirling leaves
Take ye far ...

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A Child’s Song

The starlings they have come to town,
With polka dots on their robes of brown;
They sit a crowd on the old plane tree,
And sing this quaint old melody
Creak, creak, pipe, pipe, squeak, squeak, sweet!
They come with winter snow and sleet—
Creak, creak, pipe, pipe, squeak, squeak, sweet!
Oh, starling, starling, tell me true
Of pleasant lands that have sheltered you

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