All Poems
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Love's Blindness
© Alfred Austin
Now do I know that Love is blind, for I
Can see no beauty on this beauteous earth,
No life, no light, no hopefulness, no mirth,
Pleasure nor purpose, when thou art not nigh.
The Spell
© Edith Nesbit
OUR boat has drifted with the stream
That stirs the river's full sweet bosom
And now she stays where gold flags gleam
By meadow-sweet's pale foam of blossom.
Wash of Cold River
© Hilda Doolittle
wind-flower
that keeps the breath
of the north-wind --
these and none other;
To Anne
© George Gordon Byron
Oh, Anne, your offences to me have been grievous:
I thought from my wrath no atonement could save you:
But woman is made to command and deceive us
I look 'd in your face, and I almost forgave you.
The Pool
© Hilda Doolittle
Are you alive?
I touch you.
You quiver like a sea-fish.
I cover you with my net.
What are you - banded one?
The Mysteries Remain
© Hilda Doolittle
The mysteries remain,
I keep the same
cycle of seed-time
and of sun and rain;
Italian Girl's Hymn To The Virgin
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
In the deep hour of dreams,
Through the dark woods, and past the moaning sea,
And by the star-light gleams,
Mother of sorrows! lo, I come to thee!
Stars Wheel in Purple
© Hilda Doolittle
Stars wheel in purple, yours is not so rare
as Hesperus, nor yet so great a star
as bright Aldeboran or Sirius,
nor yet the stained and brilliant one of War;
Song (Untitled #4)
© George Meredith
Two wedded lovers watched the rising moon,
That with her strange mysterious beauty glowing,
Over misty hills and waters flowing,
Crowned the long twilight loveliness of June:
And thus in me, and thus in me, they spake,
The solemn secret of fist love did wake.
Sheltered Garden
© Hilda Doolittle
Every way ends, every road,
every foot-path leads at last
to the hill-crest --
then you retrace your steps,
or find the same slope on the other side,
precipitate.
Sea Rose
© Hilda Doolittle
Rose, harsh rose,
marred and with stint of petals,
meagre flower, thin,
sparse of leaf,
Dreams of the Beloved
© Charles Harpur
HER IMAGE haunts me. Lo! I muse at even,
And straight it gathers from the gloom to make
Sea Poppies
© Hilda Doolittle
Amber husk
fluted with gold,
fruit on the sand
marked with a rich grain,
November Blue
© Alice Meynell
The colour of the electric lights has a strange effect in giving a
complementary tint to the air in the early evening.-ESSAY ON
LONDON.
Pear Tree
© Hilda Doolittle
no flower ever opened
so staunch a white leaf,
no flower ever parted silver
from such rare silver;
Oread
© Hilda Doolittle
Whirl up, sea
Whirl your pointed pines.
Splash your great pines
On our rocks.
Hurl your green over us
Cover us with your pools of fir.
Identity
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
SOMEWHERE-in desolate wind-swept space-
In Twilight-land-in No-man's land-
Leda
© Hilda Doolittle
Where the slow river
meets the tide,
a red swan lifts red wings
and darker beak,
Dead
© Lionel Pigot Johnson
IN Merioneth, over the sad moor
Drives the rain, the cold wind blows:
Past the ruinous church door,
The poor procession without music goes.
