Dora Sigerson Shorter



Dora Maria Sigerson Shorter ( Sigerson; 16 August 1866 – 6 January 1918) was an Irish poet and sculptor.

Quotes

 * ’Twas the dream of a God, And the mould of His hand, That you shook ’neath His stroke, That you trembled and broke  To this beautiful land.Here He loosed from His hold  A brown tumult of wings, Till the wind on the sea Bore the strange melody  Of an island that sings.He made you all fair,  You in purple and gold, You in silver and green, Till no eye that has seen  Without love can behold.I have left you behind  In the path of the past, With the white breath of flowers, With the best of God’s hours,  I have left you at last.
 * "Ireland" in Ballads & Poems (1899), p. 51


 * I want to go to the Leinster hills, To the Dublin hills by the rocky shore. I want to climb to Ben-Edar's heights—  I want to be home once more.
 * From "Home" in The Sad Years (1918), p. 71