Ada A. Mosher Home Poems Poets Ada A. Mosher Poems Amid the Pines at Sunset by Ada A. Mosher Aisles leaf-carpeted, and columned With the tall Corinthian pines, A Field Service by Ada A. Mosher The Sabbath bell, the Breeze, From its belfry in the trees, June by Ada A. Mosher Ah, transient fall as tender were the flowers You flung within the lap of this old clime, October by Ada A. Mosher Dead, the last scion of the Rose's race, The generation of the Summer, dead! September by Ada A. Mosher The Autumn curfew rings: put out your light Ye Summer-subjects all; to sleep, ye Flowers: