ONCE for thy brow a wreath I wished to wind,
And, seeking long, I could no flowers find.
Now golden flowers are blooming far and near,
But, ah! dear love, thou art no longer here.

(C) Alice Duer Miller
03/26/2017


Best Poems of Alice Duer Miller

• Another Of Those Curious Coincidences
• The Maidens Vow
• Why We Oppose Pockets For Women
• Home And Where It Is
• Women
• But Then Who Cares For Figures
• The Penintent
• Oh, That twere Possible!
• The Price To Peace
• Glory
• From A Mans Point Of View
• Playthings
• Our Own Twelve Anti-suffragist Reasons
• A Creed
• The Revolt Of Mother
• Democracy
• The Logic Of The Law
• The Gallant Sex
• Advice To Heroines
• The Ideal Candidates