Fannie Isabelle Sherrick Poems

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Amid my treasures once I found
  A simple faded flower;
A flower with all its beauty fled,
  The darling of an hour.
With bitterness I gazed awhile,
  Then flung it from my sight;
For with it all came back to me
  the pain and heedless blight.
But, moved with pity and regret
  I took it up again;
For oh, so...Read more of this...

by Sherrick, Fannie Isabelle

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O crimson-tined flowers
  That live when others die,
What thoughtless hand unloving
  Could ever pass you by?
You are the last bright blossoms,
  The summer's after-glow,
When all her early children
  Have faded long ago.
Sweet golden-rod and xenia
  And crimson marigold,
What dreams of autumn splendor
  Your velvet leaves unfold.
Long, long ago the violets
  Have closed their...Read more of this...

by Sherrick, Fannie Isabelle

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O beautiful woman, too well we know
The terrible weight of thy woman's woe,
So great that the world, in its careless way,
Remembered thy beauty for more than a day.
In the name of the truth from thy brow is torn
The crown of redemption thou long hast worn,
And into the valley of sin thou art hurled
To be trampled anew by the feet of...Read more of this...

by Sherrick, Fannie Isabelle

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Low in the West, a banner floating wide
Of God's own colors hangs in dreamy pride;
A wealth of purple stains and gleams of gold,
A crimson splendor o'er each waving fold;
A heap of gold—a rim of amethyst,
A hanging cloud by glancing sunbeams kissed.
Afar upon the tinted, azure skies
A tiny cloud of rosy color lies;
A coral on a velvet robe of blue,
A warm,...Read more of this...

by Sherrick, Fannie Isabelle

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Let all the flowers wake to life;
  Let all the songsters sing;
Let everything that lives on earth
  Become a joyous thing.
Wake up, thou pansy, purple-eyed,
  And greet the dewy spring;
Swell out, ye buds, and o'er the earth
  Thy sweetest fragrance fling.
Why dost thou sleep, sweet violet?
  The earth has need of thee;
Wake up and catch...Read more of this...

by Sherrick, Fannie Isabelle

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Oh what is fame! a flower that dies at eve,
A golden mist that subtle fancies weave,
An unknown star that wise men never see,
An idle dream of things that may not be.
Farewell to peace when once the dreams of fame
Shall stir the soul into a restless flame.
There is no rest by day, no sleep by night;
The eyes are blinded by the...Read more of this...

by Sherrick, Fannie Isabelle

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Girlhood, the dearest time of joy and love,
The sunny spring of gladness and of peace,
The time that joins its links with heaven above,
And all that's pure below; a running ease
Of careless thought beguiles the murmuring stream
Of girlish life, and as some sweet, vague dream,
The fleeting days go by; fair womanhood
Comes oft to lure the girlish feet away,
But by the brooklet...Read more of this...

by Sherrick, Fannie Isabelle

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And what is life?—a pleasure and a pain,
A vision of the sun—a day of rain.
And what is love?—a dream, a chain of gold
That turns to iron bands when love is cold.
What matters they?—the visions of our youth,
Through years of sorrow we must pass to truth.
A woman's life is full of longing days,
Her heart is not content to live on praise;
She...Read more of this...

by Sherrick, Fannie Isabelle

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A fair sweet blossom is born for you,
   A beautiful rose, my queen!
 And never was flower so fair as this,
   Oh, never so fair, I ween!
A banner is hung in the western sky
Of colors that flash ere they fade and die;
And the rippling waves where the waters run
Are stained with the gold of the summer...Read more of this...

by Sherrick, Fannie Isabelle

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Two dark-brown eyes looked into mine
  Two eyes with restless quiver;
A gentle hand crept in my own
  Beside the gleaming river.
"Ah, sweet," I murmured, passing sad,
  You will forget me ever?"
The dear, brown eyes their answer gave;
  "I will forget you NEVER."
Up in the leaves above our heads
  The winds were softly dying;
Down in the...Read more of this...

by Sherrick, Fannie Isabelle

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'Tis eventide; the noisy brook is hushed
Or murmurs only as a tired child,
Worn out with play; the tangled weeds lie still
Within the marshy hollow. Quaint and dark
The willows bend above the brooklet's tide,
Reflecting shadowy images therein.
The dark-browed trees, with faces to the sky,
Shut out the light that fades in crimson lines
Along the western sky. And yonder shade
Of purple marks the...Read more of this...

by Sherrick, Fannie Isabelle

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I wonder what they are,
  These pretty, wayward things,
That o'er the gloomy earth
  The wind of heaven flings.
Each one a tiny star,
  And each a perfect gem;
What magic in the art
  That thus has fashioned them.
What beauty in the flake
  That falls upon my hand;
And yet this tiny thing
  My will cannot command.
No two...Read more of this...

by Sherrick, Fannie Isabelle

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She stood by my side with a queenly air,
Her face it was young and proud and fair;
She held my rose in her hands of snow;
It crimsoned her face with a deeper glow;
The sunlight drooped in her eyes of fire
And quickened my heart to a wild desire;
I envied the rose in her hands so fair,
I envied the flowers that gleamed in...Read more of this...

by Sherrick, Fannie Isabelle

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The sunlight fell with a golden gleam
  On the waves of the rippling rill;
The pansies nodded their purple heads;
  But the proud queen-rose stood still.
She loved the light and she loved the sun,
And the peaceful night when the day was done,
But the faithless sun in his careless way
Had broken her heart on that summer's day.
She had bathed her...Read more of this...

by Sherrick, Fannie Isabelle

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[To the memory of Lieut. Wm. W. Wardell, of the First Massachusetts
Cavalry, killed May 28, 1864.]
Above his head the cypress waves
  Its dark green drooping leaves;
The sunlight through its branches wide
Where bright birds linger side by side
  A golden net-work weaves.
Within the church-yard's silent gloom
  He lies in quiet rest;
And never more to cold, pale brow,
Or proud...Read more of this...

by Sherrick, Fannie Isabelle

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One eve she stood upon a lonely lea
And watched the deep'ning shadows grim
That threw their forms athwart the restless sea,
Making the radiance of the West grow dim.
A glorious canopy appeared to rest
O'er changing sky and distant rocky caves,
While o'er some weary sea-bird's pure white breast,
A bright glow spread when dipping in the waves,
Her tired form found therein coolness; peace
Supremely reigned,...Read more of this...

by Sherrick, Fannie Isabelle

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The crown of stars is broken in parts,
Its jewels brighter than the day,
Have one by one been stolen away
To shine in other homes and hearts.
—[Hanging of the Crane.]
Each poem is a star that shines
  Within your crown of light;
Each jeweled thought—a fadeless gem
  That dims the stars of night.
A flower here and there, so sweet,
  Its fragrance...Read more of this...

by Sherrick, Fannie Isabelle

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Oh tell me not of the lands so old
Where the Orient treasures its hills of gold,
And the rivers lie in the sun's bright rays
Forever singing the old world's praise.
Nor proudly boast of the gardens grand
That spring to earth at a king's command;
There are treasures here in the far great West
That rival the hills on the Orient's crest.
Far from the sight...Read more of this...

by Sherrick, Fannie Isabelle

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A beautiful form and a beautiful face,
A winsome bride and a woman's grace,
So fair and sweet it were heaven indeed
For man to follow where she would lead.
A web of lace and a jeweled hand,
And life is changed by a golden band;
A dream of love and a wealth of gold—
The old new story once more is told.
A wealth of flowers and...Read more of this...

by Sherrick, Fannie Isabelle

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Under the stars, when the shadows fall,
  Under the stars of night;
What is so fair as the jeweled crown
Of the azure skies, when the sun is down,
  Beautiful stars of light!
Under the stars, where the daisies lie
  Lifeless beneath the snow;
Lovely and pure, they have lived a day,
Silently passing forever away,
  Lying so meek and low.
Under...Read more of this...

by Sherrick, Fannie Isabelle

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