HER hair was a waving bronze, and her eyes
Deep wells that might cover a brooding soul;
And who, till he weighed it, could ever surmise
That her heart was a cinder instead of a coal!

(C) John Boyle O'reilly
03/31/2017


Best Poems of John Boyle O'Reilly

• What Is Good
• Erin
• Yes?
• Golu
• A Seed
• Forever
• My Troubles
• 406 [unfinished]
• The Trial Of The Gods
• A Savage
• Released-january, 1878
• Life Is A Confluence
• The Ride Of Collin Graves
• Loving Is Dreaming
• "from, That Fair Land And Drear Land In The South"
• Rules Of The Road
• The King Of The Vasse
• Under The Surface
• The City Streets
• Grant-1885
• Haunted By Tigers