My Mother’s Jewels By Arthur Weir

My Mother’s Jewels By Arthur Weir The daughter of a hundred earls, No jewels has with mine to mate, Though she may wear in flawless pearls The ransom of a mighty state. Hers glitter for the world to see, But chill the breast where they recline: My jewels warmly compass me, And all their brilliancy […]

Hope And Despair By Arthur Weir

Hope And Despair By Arthur Weir You love the sun and the languid breeze That gently kisses the rosebud’s lips, And delight to see How the dainty bee, Stilling his gauze-winged melodies Into the lily’s chalice dips. I love the wind that unceasing roars, While cringe the trees from its wrath in vain, And the […]

My Treasure By Arthur Weir

My Treasure By Arthur Weir “What do you gather?” the maiden said, Shaking her sunlit curls at me— “See, these flowers I plucked are dead, Ah! misery.” “What do you gather?” the miser said, Clinking his gold, as he spoke to me— “I cannot sleep at night for dread Of thieves,” said he. “What do […]