grandmothers - Popular Poems and stories from category

'Tis like stirring living embers when, at eighty, one remembers All the achings and the quakings of "the times that tried men's souls";
When I talk of Whig and Tory, when I tell the Rebel story,
To you the words are ashes, but ...

There are no stars to-night But those of memory
Yet how much room for memory there is In the loose girdle of soft rain
There is even room enough For the letters of my mother's mother,
Elizabeth,