After a Visit
After Many Days
After The Quarrel
Ante-Bellum Sermon, An
At Candle Lightin' Time
At Cheshire Cheese
At Sunset Time
At The Tavern
The night is dewy as a maiden's mouth,
The skies are bright as are a maiden's eyes,
Soft as a maiden's breath, the wind that flies
Up from the perfumed bosom of the South.
Like sentinels, the pines stand in the park;
And hither hastening, like rakes that roam,
With lamps to light their wayward footsteps home,
The fire-flies come stagg'ring down the dark.