The weasel thieves in silver suit, The rabbit runs in gray; And Pan takes up his frosty flute To pipe the cold away. The flocks are folded, boughs are bare, The salmon take the sea; And O my fair, would I somewhere Might house my heart with thee. ELLA STERLING MIGHELS [Aurora Esmeralda] 1853 Author of @3The Story of the Files,@1 our best record of the writers of early California; also of @3Literary California,@1 a miscellany of poetry, prose and portraits. Her latest book is an autobiography, @3Life and Letters of a Forty-Niner's Daughter.@1 Her @3Little Mountain Princess, Society and Babe Robinson,@1 and @3Fairy Tale of The White Man@1—all celebrate California. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CYMON AND IPHIGENIA by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO ODE TO EVENING by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) INTELLECT by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE LAMENTATION OF GLUMDALCLITCH FOR THE LOSS OF GRILDRIG by ALEXANDER POPE THE MILL by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ON KEATS, WHO DESIRED THAT ON HIS TOMB SHOULD BE INSCRIBED: by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE BROOK: SUMMER by LAURA ABELL FRIAR JEROME'S BEAUTIFUL BOOK; A.D. 1200 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |