Poems by Alice Meynell
A Thrush Before Dawn
... All-natural things! But moreWhence came ...
The Lady Poverty
... Through the thin trees the skies appear ...
Chimes
... Like birds from the cote to the gales, ...
Meditation
... but the dear Slow Nature's days followed each other ...
"I Am The Way"
... I cannot say If Thou hadst ever met my soul ...
In Early Spring
... O dear brown birds, compose your old song-phrases, ...
Unto Us A Son Is Given
... As childhood is so fresh, foreseen, ...
In February
... Child tarrying all your life-time in your heart ...
The Return To Nature.
... - The argent foam played, slender, fleet ...
The Roaring Frost
... Where will they close their wings and cease their cries - ...
Veneration Of Images
... O flesh, O grief, thou too shalt have our knee, ...
"Why Wilt Thou Chide?"
... Thy single sorrow crowns thee lord ...
A Poet's Wife
... And storm remote, thou, sea of thoughts, dost stir, ...
Your Own Fair Youth
... Your old self, whose thoughts went like last year's pansies, ...
To A Daisy
... Then I shall drink from in beneath a spring, ...
