Oliver Wendell Holmes Poetry

Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems

Sun and Shadow
As I look from the isle, o'er its billows of green,
To the billows of foam-crested blue,
Yon bark, that afar in the distance is seen,
Half dreaming, my eyes will pursue:
Now dark in the shadow,... more

Poet: Oliver Wendell Holmes

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Under the Violets
HER hands are cold; her face is white;
No more her pulses come and go;
Her eyes are shut to life and light;--
Fold the white vesture, snow on snow,
And lay her where the violets blow.

But not... more

Poet: Oliver Wendell Holmes

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