The Prophecy Of St. Oran: Part II (Mathilde Blind Poems)
I.THERE was a windless mere, on whose smooth breastA little island, flushed with purple bloom,Lay gently cradled like a moorhen's ...
Mathilde Blind Poems on Faces (12 Poems)
The Prophecy Of St. Oran: Part III (Mathilde Blind Poems)
I."A CURSE is on this work!" Columba cried;And with their dark robes flapping in the gale,The frightened monks came hurrying ...
The Orange-Peel In The Gutter (Mathilde Blind Poems)
BEHOLD, unto myself I said,This place how dull and desolate,For lovely thoughts how all unmeet,This drear and darksome London street.Above, ...
The Prophecy Of St. Oran: Part IV (Mathilde Blind Poems)
I.It is the night: across the starless wasteOf silent heaven the solitary moonFlits like a frightened maid who flies in ...
The Abandoned (Mathilde Blind Poems)
SHE sat by the wayside and wept, where roses, red roses and white,Lay wasted and withered and sere, like her ...
Love-Trilogy (Mathilde Blind Poems)
I.SHE stood against the Orient sun,Her face inscrutable for light;A myriad larks in unisonSang o'er her, soaring out of sight.A ...
I Charge You (Mathilde Blind Poems)
I charge you, O winds of the West, O winds with the wings of the dove,That ye blow o'er the ...
O Moon (Mathilde Blind Poems)
O moon, large golden summer moon, Hanging between the linden trees, Which in the intermittent breezeBeat with the rhythmic pulse of June!O ...
Why Will You Haunt Me (Mathilde Blind Poems)
Why will you haunt me unawares, And walk into my sleep, Pacing its shadowy thoroughfares,Where long-dried perfume scents the airs, While ghosts of ...
Anne Hathaway (Mathilde Blind Poems)
HIS Eve of Women! She, whose mortal lot Was linked to an Immortal's unaware, With Love's lost Eden in her blissful air,Perchance ...
Haunted (Mathilde Blind Poems)
Why will you haunt me unawares,And walk into my sleep,Pacing its shadowy thoroughfares,Where long-dried perfume scents the airs,While ghosts of ...
Cross-Roads (Mathilde Blind Poems)
The rain beat in our faces,And shrill the wild airs grew;The long-maned clouds in racesCoursed o'er heaven's windy blue.The tortured ...