Poems by Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
The Prairie School
... A rough-cut pole where the flag flies up to a shrill voiced children's cheer ...
The Coming Of Love
... By the prisoned scents which his footsteps free ...
Spring Will Come
... Time she takes to quicken seed but never time to grow it-- ...
Epitaph
... (For the unknown soldier buried in Westminster Abbey ...
Love Unkind
... Wept the sweet morn her crystal tears that love should prove unkind! ...
Down At The Docks
... Than the smacks that run from her white-shod feet) ...
The Unchanged
... From times's grim heap of dust and bones ...
The Gifts
... That, when your Rose has withered and 'tis late, ...
Wanderlust
... Always the tale of the strange and new in the countries strange and old ...
Last Things
... And the last night is through ...
Spring Came In
... To that sad France where there's someone waiting! ...
A Christmas Child
... She lay and smiled and in her eyes I watched my narrow world grow broad, ...
The Passer-By
... I, too, shall take the road--I wonder where ...
Presence
... By her nearness and the word she said, ...
Tir Nan Og
... O'er the darkling sea, to the west--to the light, to the light! ...
