Lizette Woodworth Reese

(January 9, 1856 – December 17, 1935 / Waverly)

Lizette Woodworth Reese Poems

1. A Song For Candlemas 12/17/2011
2. Thomas À Kempis 12/17/2011
3. To A Town Poet 12/17/2011
4. Writ In A Book Of Welsh Verse 12/17/2011
5. Trust 12/17/2011
6. A Violin At Dusk 12/1/2014
7. Lydia 12/17/2011
8. Anne 12/17/2011
9. A Holiday 12/17/2011
10. Reserve 12/17/2011
11. Lydia Is Gone This Many A Year 12/17/2011
12. Keats 12/17/2011
13. Telling The Bees 12/17/2011
14. Mid-March 12/17/2011
15. Immortality 12/17/2011
16. Daffodils 12/17/2011
17. The Deserted House 12/17/2011
18. A Flower Of Mullein 12/17/2011
19. Herbs 12/17/2011
20. A Haunting Memory 12/17/2011
21. After 12/17/2011
22. A Little Song Of Life 12/17/2011
23. Wise 4/21/2010
24. In Time Of Grief 12/17/2011
25. The Good Joan 4/21/2010
26. A Christmas Folk-Song 4/21/2010
27. That Day You Came 1/4/2003
28. Oh, Gray And Tender Is The Rain 1/13/2003
29. Love Came Back At Fall O’ Dew 1/4/2003
30. Spicewood 1/13/2003
31. A Rhyme Of Death's Inn 1/4/2003
32. Tears 1/4/2003
Best Poem of Lizette Woodworth Reese

Tears

When I consider Life and its few years --
A wisp of fog betwixt us and the sun;
A call to battle, and the battle done
Ere the last echo dies within our ears;
A rose choked in the grass; an hour of fears;
The gusts that past a darkening shore do beat;
The burst of music down an unlistening street, --
I wonder at the idleness of tears.
Ye old, old dead, and ye of yesternight,
Chieftains, and bards, and keepers of the sheep,
By every cup of sorrow that you had,
Loose me from tears, and make me see aright
How each hath back what once he stayed to ...

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A Christmas Folk-Song

The little Jesus came to town;
The wind blew up, the wind blew down;
Out in the street the wind was bold;
Now who would house Him from the cold?

Then opened wide a stable door,
Fair were the rushes on the floor;
The Ox put forth a horned head :
'Come, Little Lord, here make Thy bed.'

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