The Poetry of Fannie Isabelle Sherrick - Vol 2

By Fannie Isabelle Sherrick

Fannie Isabel Sherrick was an American poet who wrote songs and poems throughout the 1860's that captured hearts and minds. I Can Not Say the Sad Good-Bye was one of her notable songs published in 1873. She was both influenced and encouraged by Ella Wheeler Wilcox who she attributed her success to. Her most popular poetry volume entitled Love or Fame and Other Poems was published in 1880 by W.S Bryan of St Louis and she continued writing for many years.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Copyright Group
• Release date: Feb 6, 2015
• ISBN: 9781785431371

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The Poetry of Fannie Isabelle Sherrick

Volume 2. Miscellaneous

Fannie Isabel Sherrick was an American poet who wrote songs and poems throughout the 1860's that captured hearts and minds.  I Can Not Say the Sad Good-Bye was one of her notable songs published in 1873.  She was both influenced and encouraged by Ella Wheeler Wilcox who she attributed her success to.  Her most popular poetry volume entitled Love or Fame and Other Poems was published in 1880 by W.S Bryan of St Louis and she continued writing for many years.  Little information remains on her life but she was a true talent whose life and work has been unduly neglected except by the fames poet admirer below….. 

Dear Miss Sherrick,

I am much pleased and touched by the graceful and beautiful tribute you have paid me in your poem. I beg you to accept my best thanks for these kind words, and for the friendly expressions of your letter, which I have left too long unanswered.

Pardon the delay and believe me with great regard,

Yours sincerely,

Henry W. Longfellow.

Index of Contents

To Longfellow

Tower Grove

A Shell

Two Pictures.

The Queen-Rose-A Summer Idyl

Twin Lilies

Memory

Moonlight

The Star of Youth

The Day is Dead

My Queen

The Song of the Brook

Night

Sounds from the Convent

The Lake

Life

A Memory

The Baby's Tear

Irene

Unrecorded

Beatrice Cenci

Under the Stars

Catching the Sunbeams

The Soldier's Grave

Beyond the Sunset are the Hills of God

Never

The Mississippi

The Prince Imperial

On the Lake

Beyond

A Sonnet

Under the Sea

The Old year and the New

Easter

May

Summer Rain

September.

October

Falling Leaves

Autumn Flowers

Remembrance

Winter Flowers

Snow Flakes

Sunset on the Mississippi

Not Dead but Sleeping

A Sunbeam

The Phantom of Love

To Longfellow

The crown of stars is broken in parts,

Its jewels brighter than the day,

Have one by one been stolen away

To shine in other homes and hearts.

[Hanging of the Crane.]

Each poem is a star that shines

Within your crown of light;

Each jeweled thought, a fadeless gem

That dims the stars of night.

A flower here and there, so sweet,

Its fragrance fills the earth,

Is woven in among the gems

Of proud, immortal birth.

Each wee Forget-me-not hath eyes

As blue as yonder skies,

To tell the world each song of thine

Is one that never dies.

The purple pansies stained with gold,

The roses royal red,

In softened splendor shadow forth

The truths thy life hath said.

Oh would the earth were filled with flowers

To crown thee poet-king!

And all the world unto thy feet

Its wealth of love could fling.

And would I were one lowly flower

That fell beneath thy feet;

That even in dying I might win

One verse of music sweet.

The poet-heart doth hold the power

To thrill the hearts of men;

And though the chain is broken quite

It joins the links again.

No hand like thine can sweep the chords,

No heart like thine can sing;

The poet-world is full of song

And thou alone art king!

Oh would my eyes could see thy face

On which the glory shines!

And would my soul could trace the thought

That lies between the lines!

But though my eyes may never see,

My heart will worship still;

And at the fountain of thy song

My soul will drink its fill.

Thy crown of stars will never break,

Its circle is complete;

And yet each heart some gem will keep

To make its life more sweet.

Tower Grove

Oh tell me not of the lands so old

Where the Orient treasures its hills of gold,

And the rivers lie in the sun's bright rays

Forever singing the old