Poems by Mathilde Blind
The Dead
... They have forged our chains of being for good or ill ...
You Make The Sunshine Of My Heart
... My thoughts hum round you, Dear, like bees ...
Delight
... Or like birds or blossoms, takest thou thy flight-- ...
I Am Athirst, But Not For Wine
... Heaven's in that little word-your love! ...
Our Souls Have Touched Each Other
... My fleeting self from thine, ...
Haunted Streets
... And leaps our heart toward eyes and mouth and hair: ...
A White Night
... Between grey isles, whose copse and brake ...
A Bridal In The Bois De Boulogne.
... Through the veins of the greenwood, the blades of the grass ...
Suffering
... Thus in some new-found land where no man's feet ...
The Sower
... All life is seed, dropped in Time's yawning furrow, ...
The Beautiful Beeshareen Boy
... From England's storm-girt isle, ...
Sundered Paths
... Fledged by strong love, their wingèd speech ...
A Child's Fancy
... Looked down from heaven and sweetly smiled ...
Question And Answer
... With all their changeful spray ...
Spring In The Alps
... And far above Earth's flower-filled lap ...
