The West Wind by William Cullen Bryant It’s a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds’ cries; I never hear the west wind but tears are in my eyes. For it comes from the west lands, the old brown hills. And April’s in the west wind, and daffodils. It’s a fine land, the…
Family Poems
To Papa by Louis M. Alcott
Louis May Alcott (1832 -1888) TO PAPA by Louisa M. Alcott In high Olympus’ sacred shade A gift Minerva wrought For her beloved philosopher Immersed in deepest thought. A shield to guard his aged breast With its enchanted mesh When he his nectar and ambrosia took To strengthen and refresh. Long may he live to…