#English #Women #XIXCentury #XXCentury
AS a little child whom his mother… Wrecked in the dark in a storm of… Sleeps with his tear-stained eyes… And, with fists clenched, sobs sti… So in my breast sleeps Love, O wh…
IF I might build a palace, fair With every joy of soul and sense, And set my heart as sentry there To guard your happy innocence— If I might plant a hedge so stron…
Your touch on my hand is fire, Your lips on my lips are flowers. My darling, my one desire, Dear crown of my days and hours. Dear crown of each hour and day
THE wild wind wails in the poplar… I sit here alone. O heart of my heart, come hither t… Come to me straight over land and… My soul—my own!
THE waves in thunderous menace br… Upon the rocks below my tower, And none will dare the Sea-king’s… And venture shipwreck for my sake. Yet once,—my lamp a path of light
O THOU, who, high in heaven, To man hast given This clouded earthly life All storm and strife, Blasted with ice and fire,
THE child was yours and none of m… And yet you gave it me to keep, And bade me sew it raiment fine, And wrap my kisses round its sleep… I carried it upon my breast,
I found a starving cat in the stre… It cried for food and a place by t… I carried it home, and I strove t… The claims of its desire. And since its desire was a little…
THE flood of utter change is loos… Is ours yet, for its coming to pre… Shall we build dams with cautious,… Or stand with idle hands and frigh… And so be whirled all broken from…
COULD I hope that when the brai… Tired of questions answerless, Shall slip off the bonds of pain That enslave it and possess, I should know how little worth
The enchanted hour, The magic bower, Where, crowned with roses, Love love discloses. ‘Kiss me, my lover;
Before your feet, My love, my sweet, Behold! your slave bows down; And in his hands From other lands
So good-bye! This is where we end it, you and… Life’s to live, you know, and deat… So good-bye! I was yours
MY beautiful beech, your smooth g… With letters. Once, each stood fo… To foolish lovers, dead this many… Whose lamp of lighted love so soon… You have seen them come and go,
They talk about gardens of roses, And moonlight over the sea, And mountains and snow And sunsetty glow, But I know what is best for me.