To M (Ethel Clifford Poems)
When you sing, O lady mine, I remember, long ago, Philomela in the grove, Singing of ...
Ethel Clifford Poems on Cry (4 Poems)
Twilight (Ethel Clifford Poems)
It is the hour when Night, disconsolate,And weary of the unimagined state She holds in hidden places far away.Thinks with ...
A Song Of Love’s Eyes (Ethel Clifford Poems)
Dear my lady, when the woods Wore old Autumn's russet crown,Dost remember how thou said'st Love had surely eyes of ...
The Lark (Ethel Clifford Poems)
The little angels listen by the door Of heaven, but they cannot hear the lark:"Where is our chorister," they ...