[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] Silence. Oh ! silence, thou unvisioned harp, whose strings Beneath the touch of every sound vibrate, Thou shoreless ocean, where like sea-birds’ wings That, fitful, skim the surface of a great Impassiveness, our little human speech Scarce ruffles thy repose, then sinks and […]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] A Solved Problem. We wove our hearts together with a string Of flowers, and wondered that so slight a thing Had power to bind, but when the flowers were dead, The lovely hues on leaf and petal fled, And we essayed to break […]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] Childish Intuition. I heard one tell of travels far and wide Of thrilling dangers, with a mounting pride Of bold remembered feats, of deserts drear Crossed by the hardy steps of pioneer Of buzzing arrows, and the answering crack Of rifles down the […]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] Old Age. I will not weep because my day has waned And brought the twilight, though the long long years That lie beyond, and are so deeply veined With light and shadow and the dew of tears Tug at my heart and bid […]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] To My Friend. When from the turmoil of the busy mart I chanced to turn and cross your open door My spirit, weary of the load it bore, All uninvited, slipped into your heart And found its home. No more I trod with […]