Poems by Muriel Stuart
Shrift
... You'd guess the bitter thing that treachery is, ...
The Dead Moment
... Nor dream that 'neath the stunned and senseless earth ...
The Bellman
... Thrice foolish heart! Why do you heap ...
Annunciation
... fire out of the midst of a bush and behold, the bush burned with fire and the bush was not consumed ...
Words
... --MARLOWE Bring the great words that scourge the thundering line ...
In Praise of Mandragora
... A night bird cries, then lists, then then answers its own calls ...
To a Poet, Charles Bridges
... While from thee, sleeping, gods, of heart and soul, ...
Lady Hamilton
... These salt hands holding sweetness, the leader led, ...
Andromeda Unfettered
... We falter the world with our eyelids, at our laughter men scatter and fall ...
Forgiveness
... No! go your wild and mad way, and seem at least ...
Wild Geese Across the Moon
... Black shapes on the red moon, screaming, flying, ...
Leda
... Sighing after strange flesh as sighed these lips, ...
After
... These words shall sweep with soft descent of tears- ...
Sic Transit
... " . . . Only these hungry miser-words, poor heart! ...
The Father
... " You said: "Shall hands once blossoms at my breast ...
