Dora Sigerson Shorter Poems

I saw Winter 'neath a spindle tree,
She plucked berries bright to crown her head.
She was singing little robin's song
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'What ails you that you look so pale,
O fisher of the sea?'
''Tis for a mournful tale I own,
Fair maiden Marjorie.'
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She made roses all the day for pretty ladies' wear,
All through the patient hours, half into the night.
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Deep in the wood's recesses cool
I see the fairy dancers glide,
In cloth of gold, in gown of green,
My lord and lady side by side.
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As I between the dusk and dark
Walked down by Hampton Towers,
I strayed upon the haunted path
In the forbidden hours.
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O brother, brother, come down to the crags by the bay,
Come down to the caves where I play;
For oh! I saw on the rocks, asleep,
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The ship is sinking, come ye one and all.
Stand fast and so this weakness overhaul,
Come ye strong hands and cheery voices call,
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She saw on the far bank a golden apple,
A glowing apple, poor little Eve,
Between ran the river so darkly dapple,
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Wrapt in the darkness of the night,
Gathering in silence on the shore,
Wild geese flown from hiding on the hills
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All night the small feet of the rain
Within the garden ran,
And gentle fingers tapped the pane
Until the dawn began.
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