Louisa May Alcott

(29 November 1832 – 6 March 1888 / Pennsylvania / United States)

Louisa May Alcott Poems

1. My Frost-King - Song I 4/6/2010
2. My Frost-King - Song Ii 4/6/2010
3. Hither, Hither 4/6/2010
4. 'The Frost-King' Song 1 1/1/2004
5. Lily-Bell And Thistledown Song Ii 1/1/2004
6. Healfast, Healfast, Ye Hero Wounds 4/6/2010
7. Lily-Bell 4/6/2010
8. Little Nell 4/6/2010
9. Little Paul 4/6/2010
10. Y Are The Maiden Posies 4/6/2010
11. Give Me Freshening Breeze, My Boys 4/6/2010
12. Chingery Wangery Chan 4/6/2010
13. Dear Grif 4/6/2010
14. 'The Frost-King' Song Ii 1/1/2004
15. Beds To The Front Of Them 4/6/2010
16. To The First Born 4/6/2010
17. He That Is Down Need Fear No Fall 4/6/2010
18. I Wish I Had A Quiet Tomb 4/6/2010
19. Chevalita 4/6/2010
20. French Song 4/6/2010
21. Fragments From 4/6/2010
22. Bide A Wee 4/6/2010
23. Lily-Bell And Thistledown Song I 1/1/2004
24. Here Is The Bracelet 4/6/2010
25. Here's A Nut 4/6/2010
26. And If Your Nancy Frowns, My Lad 4/6/2010
27. The Mother Moon 4/6/2010
28. A Lament For S. B. Pat Paw 4/6/2010
29. He Prayeth Best Who Loveth Best 4/6/2010
30. I Write About The Butterfly 4/6/2010
31. From Our Happy Home 4/6/2010
32. Hello! Hello! 4/6/2010
33. 'The Rose Family' Song Ii 1/1/2004
34. Fragments 4/6/2010
35. From The Short Story What The Swallows Did 1/1/2004
36. 'The Rose Family' Song 1 1/1/2004
37. Gingerbread 4/6/2010
38. Brighter Shone The Golden Shadows 4/6/2010
39. From The Short Story Shadow-Children 1/1/2004
40. The Lay Of A Golden Goose 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Louisa May Alcott

A Little Bird I Am

'A little bird I am,
Shut from the fields of air,
And in my cage I sit and sing
To Him who placed me there:
Well pleased a prisoner to be,
Because, my God, it pleases Thee!

'Naught have I else to do;
I sing the whole day long;
And He whom most I love to please
Doth listen to my song,
He caught and bound my wandering wing,
But still He bends to hear me sing.'

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'The Frost-King' Song 1

We are sending you, dear flowers
Forth alone to die,
Where your gentle sisters may not weep
O'er the cold graves where you lie;
But you go to bring them fadeless life
In the bright homes where they dwell,
And you softly smile that't is so,
As we sadly sing farewell.
O plead with gentle words for us,

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