Colomen (Mary Webb Poems)
The doves that coo in ColomenAre never heard by mortal men,But when a human creature passesUnderneath the churchyard grasses,In deep ...
Mary Webb Poems on Morning (6 Poems)
Market Day (Mary Webb Poems)
Who'll walk the fields with us to town,In an old coat and a faded gown?We take our roots and country ...
The Neighbour’s Children (Mary Webb Poems)
They run to meet me, clinging to my dress,The neighbour's children. With a wild unrestAnd sobbings of a strange, fierce ...
Little Things (Mary Webb Poems)
Among the purple buds, like laden censers,Careless upon the wind the catkins swing;They lay a golden spell upon the morning.From ...
When The Thorn Blows (Mary Webb Poems)
Dawn glimmers white beyond the burning hillWhere sunbeams light a fire in every tree.The morning bird is singing clear and ...
Good-Bye To Morning (Mary Webb Poems)
I will say good-bye to morning, with her eyesOf gold, her shell-pale robe and crocus-crown.Once her green veils enmeshed me, ...