ROSA VERTNER JEFFREY QUOTES
- The rustling of a wild-bird's wings,
- A star, a flower, a gush of rain,
- The sight of sad or joyous things,
- Oft makes me seem a child again:
- With voiceless eloquence they come,
- Bright phantoms of my childhood's home.
ROSA VERTNER JEFFREY, "My Childhood's Home"
- For hope will cull a withered flower
- And tune a harp with a broken string;
- And hope will shed a glimmering ray
- Of light on pleasure's ruined shrine.
- For mouldering columns still look gay
- When summer sunbeams o'er them shine.
ROSA VERTNER JEFFREY, "Hopes and Fears"
- The night-wind is a minstrel, who for centuries has sung,
- And darkness is the temple where his mighty harp is hung;
- 'T is strung with rays of starlight, and I love to hear him sweep
- Those mystic chords, till Nature chants an anthem in her sleep.
ROSA VERTNER JEFFREY, "I Love to Hear the Wind Blow"