Marguerite de Roberval (Isabel Ecclestone Mackay Poems)
O THE long days and nights! The days that bringNo sunshine that my shrinking soul can bear,The nights that soothe ...
O THE long days and nights! The days that bringNo sunshine that my shrinking soul can bear,The nights that soothe ...
DAZZLED by sun and drugged by space they wait,These homeless peoples, at our prairie gate;Dumb with the awe of those ...
"THE Spring is come!" a shepherd saith; Sing, sweet Mary,"The Spring is come to NazarethAnd swift the Summer hurrieth." Sing low, the ...
THEIR looks for me are bitter, And bitter is their word-I may not glance behind unseen, I may not sigh unheard!So fare ...
I'VE heard the pipes of PanSomewhere, just beyond,--Over the edge of dawn, I think,Where the clouds hang soft on the ...
ONE comes with foot insistent to my door, Calling my name;Nor voice nor footstep have I heard before,Yet clear the calling ...
THE breeze blows out from the land and it seeks the sea, O and O! that my sail were set and ...
I BUILT myself a pleasant house. Content was I to dwell in it--Its door was fast against the wind With all the ...
THE ladye's bower faced the sea,Its casements framed a sea-born day.She saw the fishers sail away, And, far and high, The gulls ...
O LITTLE brown bird in the rain, In the sweet rain of spring,How you carry the youth of the world In the ...
THE highways and the byways, the kind sky folding all,And never a care to drag me back and never a ...
LAST night he lay within my arm, So small, so warm, a mystery To which God only held the key-But mine to ...
OUT upon the bleak hillside, the bleak hillside, he lay--Her lips were red, and red the stream that slipped his ...
WITHIN my circled arm she lay and faintly smiled the long night through,And oh, but she was fair to view, ...
THE voice of my true love is low And exquisitely kind,Warm as a flower, cold as snow-- I think it is the ...
HOW hushed they were in Heaven that night, How lightly all the angels went,How dumb the singing spheres beneath Their many-candled tent!How ...
THERE is no one to do it for me, But I know what I shall doWhen the last dawn breaks o'er ...
BY the pulse that beats in my throat By my heart like a birdI know who passed through the dusk Though he ...
THE tiny thing of painted gauze that flutters in the sunAnd sinks upon the breast of night with all its ...
I THOUGHT of friendshipAs a golden ring,Round as the worldYet fitted to my finger;I thought of friendshipAs a path in ...
THE long road and the low shore, a sail against the sky,The ache in my heart's core, and hope so ...
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