Slow buds the pink dawn like a rose From out night's gray and cloudy sheath; Softly and still it grows and grows,… — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey Bud Copy Share Image
Every day is a fresh beginning, Every morn is the world made new — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey Beginning Copy Share Image
Now the last red ray is gone; Now the twilight shadows hie. — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey Gone Copy Share Image
The sobbing wind is fierce and strong; its cry is like a human wail. — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey Cry Copy Share Image
Spring's last-born darling, clear-eyed, sweet, Pauses a moment, with white twinkling feet, And golden locks in breezy play, Half teasing and half… — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey Born Copy Share Image
We ring the bells and we raise the strain We hang up garlands everywhere And bid the tapers twinkle fair, And feast… — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey Bells Copy Share Image
Every tear is answered by a blossom, Every sigh with songs and laughter blent, April-blooms upon the breezes toss them. April knows… — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey April Copy Share Image
Earth's saddest day and gladdest day were just three days apart! — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey Earth Copy Share Image
Every day is a fresh beginning; Listen my soul, to the glad refrain, And in spite of old sorrow and possible pain,… — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey Begin again Copy Share Image
True love is not selfish. In time it accustoms itself to anything which secures happiness for its object. — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey Happiness Copy Share Image
Dry leaves upon the wall, Which flap like rustling wings and seek escape, A single frosted cluster on the grape Still hangs--and… — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey Clusters Copy Share Image
All green and fair the summer lies, Just budded from the bud of spring, With tender blue of wistful skies, And winds… — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey Blue Copy Share Image
Every day is a fresh beginning. Every morn is the world made anew. — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey Addiction Copy Share Image
Few things are more aggravating than to be forgiven when one has done no wrong. — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey Aggravating Copy Share Image
In the deep shadow of the porch A slender bind-weed springs, And climbs, like airy acrobat, The trellises, and swings And dances… — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey Airy Copy Share Image
Softly drops the crimson sun: Softly down from overhead, Drop the bell-notes, one by one, Melting in the melting red.... — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey Bells Copy Share Image
... And God, who studies each separate soul, out of commonplace lives makes his beautiful whole. — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey Beautiful Copy Share Image
The Autumn seems to cry for thee,Best lover of the Autumn-days! — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey Autumn Copy Share Image
Ah, the pretty whisperers! It was very well When the leaves were thick and green, awhile ago-- Leaves are secret-keepers; but since… — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey Eye Copy Share Image
...this pause of rest, This morning hush before the sun. — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey Hush Copy Share Image
So, just for one more merry day To the great Tree the leaflets clung, Frolicked and danced and had their way, Upon… — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey Autumn Copy Share Image
As we meet and touch, each day, The many travelers on our way, Let every such brief contact be A glorious, helpful… — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey Contact Copy Share Image
