Julia Caroline (Ripley) Dorr (1825-1913 / the United States)
Poems of Julia Caroline (Ripley) Dorr
|5.||O Wind that Blows Out of the West||9/4/2010|
|8.||The Legend of the Organ Builder||9/4/2010|
|9.||To A Late Comer||9/4/2010|
|10.||To a Late Comer||10/6/2012|
|13.||With A Rose From Conway Castle||9/4/2010|
Nay, you wrong her my friend, she's not fickle; her love she has simply outgrown:
One can read the whole matter, translating her heart by the light of one's own.
Can you bear me to talk with you frankly? There is much that my heart would say;
And you know we were children together, have quarrelled and 'made up' in play.
And so, for the sake of old friendship, I venture to tell you the truth,-
As plainly, perhaps, and as bluntly, as I might in our earlier youth.