A Modern Apostle IV (Constance Naden Poems)
AT last they met, once, twice, and many times, Until she knew the secret of his being, That essence which ...
Constance Naden Poems on Nature (15 Poems)
A Modern Apostle III (Constance Naden Poems)
ALAN had preached his sermon--grave, devout, Yet full of lightnings and electric shocks For tender souls who reckoned even doubt ...
Six Years Old (Constance Naden Poems)
THEY'VE left me alone in the garden, So I'll talk to that dear little wren-- Mr. Beetle! I do beg ...
The Astronomer (Constance Naden Poems)
WHITE, cold, and sacred is my chosen home, A seat for gods, a mount divine; And from the height of ...
Ideals (Constance Naden Poems)
Translated From The German of Schiller.AH faithless! canst thou thus desert me, With all fair thoughts and fancies gay, With ...
The Carmelite Nun (Constance Naden Poems)
SILENCE is mine, and everlasting peace; My heart is empty, waiting for its Lord; All hope, all passion, all desire ...
Lament Of The Cork-Cell (Constance Naden Poems)
FAREWELL oh mocking Wind! No more I mix Thine airy substance with my world, the Tree: Farewell, oh Carbon, that ...
The Abbot (Constance Naden Poems)
SLOWLY, with dream-like sadness, tolled The monastery bell; The Abbot of those cloisters old Lay dead within his cell. The ...
January 28th, 1880 (Constance Naden Poems)
NO more I long for April's fitful sheen, For little fluttering lives, that passed in June, For leaves and flowers, ...
Spring (Constance Naden Poems)
Translated From The German of Ernst Schulze.OH come, sweet Spring, thy budding flowers unfold; Within the woods awake the song-bird's ...
July, 1878 (Constance Naden Poems)
LIKE waves that rise and fall, the morning sheen Glows between quivering leaves, which fain would fling Their dust and ...
November, 1878 (Constance Naden Poems)
THE sky is dim and silent; lost are mirth, Colour, and motion; e'en the winds are dumb, Save for a ...
Sunset (Constance Naden Poems)
THE sun is setting--not in colours gay, But pure as when he blazed with noonday heat; The upland path is ...
The Painter To The Musician (Constance Naden Poems)
OH, sing once more, nor think your subtle spells Are vainly woven for a nature cold, Although I kneel not ...
Noonday (Constance Naden Poems)
THE deep enchantment of the summer-tide Lay o'er the earth, and hill and valley dreamed, And all the trees with ...