Dora Sigerson Shorter,
A Singing Bird in the City
(1907)
“ There is an end of passion—a joy reigns there for ever, That the storm's great exultation cannot conquer or displace; Here is an end of quiet, and weary hearts rest never, Lest coming feet should crush them in the passion of life's race. ”
Dora Sigerson Shorter,
A Singing Bird in the City
(1893)
“ Many griefs are covered by her dark mantle flowing, Many a cold white face lies hidden on her breast; With her, men would escape the reaping of their sowing, Sad women give their souls for her sweet rest. ”
Dora Sigerson Shorter,
A Singing Bird in the City
(1893)
“ But here they gasp and stumble, foot-sore and full of sorrow; No question ‘Why these sufferings?’ to the careless passer-by In thtir patient weary eyes that shall see no fair tomorrow, And find no balm of tears as they stagger on to die. I said: A feathered choir in the leafy heights are singing A farewell to the West where the evening sun dreams low, And the passion of their song sets their budding perch slow swinging, Till the moon with silver sail glides through the afterglow. ”
