Posts Tagged ‘Julia Dorr’

by Julia Dorr My true love sent me a valentine  All on a winter’s day,  And suddenly the cold gray skies  Grew soft and warm as May!  The snowflakes changed to apple blooms,  A pink- white fluttering crowd,  And on the swaying maple boughs  The robins sang aloud.  For moaning wintry winds, I heard  The…

by Julia Dorr Beyond the sunset’s crimson bars,  Beyond the twilight and the stars,  Beyond the midnight and the dark,  Sail on, sail on, O happy barque.  Into the dawn of that Tomorrow  Where hearts shall find the end of sorrow  And Love shall find its own!       Notes: Today is the birthday…

by Julia Dorr Around in silent grandeur stood  The stately children of the wood;  Maple and elm and towering pine  Mantled in folds of dark woodbine.         Notes: Today is the birthday of the heartfelt American poet and writer – known as Rutland’s poet and Vermont’s unofficial poet laureate – Julia Dorr,…

by Julia Dorr Meadow-sweet or lily fair— Which shall it be? Clematis or brier-rose, Blooming for me? Spicy pink, or violet With the dews of morning wet, Sweet peas or mignonette— Which shall it be? Blue-bells and yellow-bells Swinging in the air; Purple pansies, golden pied; Pink-white daisies, starry-eyed; Gay nasturtiums, deeply dyed, Climbing everywhere.…

by Julia Dorr O my garden! Lying whitely in the moonlight and the dew, Far across the leagues of distance flies my heart to-night to you, And I see your stately lilies In the tender radiance gleam With a dim, mysterious splendor, like the angels of a dream! I can see the trellised arbor, and…

by Julia Dorr And the stately lilies stand Fair in the silvery light,  Like saintly vestals, pale in prayer;  Their pure breath sanctifies the air,  As its fragrance fills the night.         Notes: Today is the birthday of the heartfelt American poet and writer – known as Rutland’s poet and Vermont’s unofficial…

by Julia Dorr Often I linger where the roses pour  Exquisite odors from each glowing cup;  Or where the violet, brimmed with sweetness o’er,  Lifts its small chalice up.            Notes: Today is the birthday of the heartfelt American poet and writer – known as Rutland’s poet and Vermont’s unofficial poet…

by Julia Dorr Plant a white rose at my feet,  Or a lily fair and sweet,  With the humble mignonette And the blue-eyed violet.         Notes: Today is the birthday of the heartfelt American poet and writer – known as Rutland’s poet and Vermont’s unofficial poet laureate – Julia Dorr, born on…

by Julia Dorr Roly-poly honey bee, Humming in the clover, Under you, the tossing leaves And the blue sky over, Why are you so busy, pray? Never still a minute, Hovering now above a flower.  Now half-buried in it!     Notes: Today is the birthday of the heartfelt American poet and writer – known…

by Julia Dorr And all the meadows, wide unrolled,  Were green and silver, green and gold,  Where buttercups and daisies spun  Their shining tissues in the sun.      Notes: Today is the birthday of the heartfelt American poet and writer – known as Rutland’s poet and Vermont’s unofficial poet laureate – Julia Dorr, born…

by Julia Dorr I know a spot where the wild vines creep,  And the coral moss-cups grow,  And where at the foot of the rocky steep,  The sweet blue violets blow.         Notes: Today is the birthday of the heartfelt American poet and writer – known as Rutland’s poet and Vermont’s unofficial…