#English #Women #XIXCentury #XXCentury
THE house is haunted; when the li… Go pattering about it in their pla… I tremble lest the little one shou… The ghosts that haunt the happy ni… And yet I think they only come to…
Where are you—you whose loving bre… Alone can stay my soul from death? The world’s so wide, I seek it th… Yet—dare I dream to win to you? Perhaps your dear desired feet
_Who Died on October 25th_, 1899. THERE was a day, A horrible Autumn day, When from her home, the home she m… And that day made a nightmare of w…
The grass was gray with the moonli… The stones were white as I came t… I came down the path by the thirte… Through the blocks of shade that t… And when I came to the high lych-…
IF one should wake one’s frozen f… In sunlight of her radiant eyes, Bid it forget its dream of death, In this new dream of Paradise, Bid it forget the long, slow pain,
Across the field of day In sudden blazon lay The pallid bar of gold Borne on the shield of day. Night had endured so long,
SINCE Faith is a veil that has… And Hope wanders lost where no mo… Since Love is a mirror we break i… In snatching the image our soul ha… What is the use of the Summers an…
TWO strangers, from opposing pole… Meet in the torrid zone of Love: And their desire seems set above The limitation of their souls. This is the trap; this is the snar…
IMPLORING HER TO BE TRUE MISTRESS of me, mistress of al… And charms that sway men’s hot ung… Receive their tribute—smile at the… I do not ask that you should spare…
YOU will not come again Along the deep-banked lane To where the field and fold so lon… You know no more the way To where, so many a day
If you loved me I could trust you… While the sun shone and the wind b… To the utmost of the meshes of the… If you loved me, if you loved me—b… I love you—and I cannot trust you…
G.T.A. BEFORE your life that is to com… Love stands with eager eyes, that… Seek to discern what gift may fit The slow unfolding years of it;
The sulky sage scarce condescends… This pretty world of sun and grass… To him ’tis all illusion—only he Is real amid the visions he percei… No sage am I, and yet, by Love’s…
THE day was wild with wind and ra… One grey wrapped sky and sea and s… It seemed our marsh would never ag… Wear the rich robes that once it w… The scattered farms looked sad and…
What was the spell she wove for me… Life was a common useful thing, An eligible building site To hold a house to shelter me. There were no woodlands whispering…