Poems by Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
The Secret
... Nor stir the scented screen above her, ...
I Watch Swift Pictures
... Is yesterday, with naught to borrow, ...
Spring Awoke To-Day
... From the depth of dream! ...
From The Trenches
... Where the hollow meets the hill and Spring's first footsteps show-- ...
Last Spring
... "Come in, sweet Spring," I cried, ...
Dream
... Welcome it Saying, "Come, you too are one of us!" ...
The Passing Of Cadieux
... Crying 'Lo, here am I!' and then 'Lo, here!' 'Lo, there!' ...
The Doom Of Ys
... It sucked through the stone, it stole through the street, ...
The Way To Wait
... Close all the roads of all the world, love's road is open still! ...
The Dead Bride
... " (How sweet the air is in the night, how sweet, sweet, sweet the flowers seem-- ...
Rose Dolores
... Would'st lay thy beauty 'neath the yoke--would'st be a fisher's mate ...
Wet Weather
... The scent of deep, green woodlands where the buds are breaking free ...
The Tyrant
... "If you must call, call low! My heart grows still, ...
The Town Between
... A vagrant soul, slipped through, ...
Fires Of Driftwood
... Up and up to the clouds which are its kindred! ...
