[Editor: This poem by Agnes Neale was published in Shadows and Sunbeams (1890).] Harry, Boy. Harry, boy! With your everlasting play, Bright as noontide summer’s day, Seeing nothing but the light, Never thinking of the night, Knowing nothing of the years, With your April smiles and tears, Little storms and small distresses, Soothed by words […]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes Neale was published in Shadows and Sunbeams (1890).] Minor Keys. When the wild wind storm of music Sweeps through choir and pillar’d aisle, And the very air around us Seems to palpitate the while— When the full, triumphant chorus Peals from roof to floor around, Each grand swell or softer […]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes Neale was published in Shadows and Sunbeams (1890).] Fame and Women. Could ever fame be all to me, Or fill my soul with joy and peace? Its laurels satisfy my heart, Or bid its restless longing cease? Perhaps it might if I could find For every loving thought a grave; […]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes Neale was published in Shadows and Sunbeams (1890).] What Have You Done? Roses, what have you done to-day, While the golden hours were floating past? You are beautiful, crimson and creamy and white, But your satin sweetness is fading fast. “Weary and sad a maiden lay, Longing for something fair […]