Poems by Margaret Widdemer
If you should tire of loving me
... Oh, never start to hide your heart ...
Irish Love Song
... . . Peace on my ways, and peace in my step, and maybe my heart grown light -- ...
Song
... The Spring will come when the year turns, ...
The Dark Cavalier
... I will not go from you when all the tired world goes ...
Father Prayer
... Strong in his hours of doubt and dread! ...
Toys
... Great grief, great raptures, passion, birth and death ...
Peace
... And starshine does not hurt my heart nor night-winds make me cry ...
The Old Road to Paradise
... Blown and gone like shrivelled things, ...
Warning
... (Oh, it's rather a danger with folks like us and our sparks that are flying free) ...
Goodbye My Lover
... And your step as you marched, would it lag or fall more true ...
Wise People
... Mocking at love and at the grief thereafter, ...
St. Jeanne Rides Out (for Amy Lowell)
... There's lifted heart and strengthened arm and laughing glad accord: ...
His Mother
... . . (Lord Jesus, spare him yet! ...
Other People
... Because they may have broken hearts ...
People
... Who walk the world till sleep, and then ...
