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...THE TENTH MUSE: THE PROLOGUE by ANNE BRADSTREET SHE HEARS THE STORM by THOMAS HARDY A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 40 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN TO AMERICA by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON FALSTAFF'S SONG by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN PLAYING IT SAFE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS AUSTERITY OF POETRY by MATTHEW ARNOLD |