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Noble Sisters

‘Now did you mark a falcon, Sister dear, sister dear,Flying toward my window In the morning cool and clear?With jingling bells about her neck, But what beneath her wing?It may have been a ribbon, Or it may have been a…

The Convent Threshold

There’s blood between us, love, my love,There’s father’s blood, there’s brother’s blood;And blood’s a bar I cannot pass:I choose the stairs that mount above,Stair after golden skyward stair,To city and to sea of glass.My lily feet are soiled with mud,With…

Maude Clare

Out of the church she followed them With a lofty step and mien:His bride was like a village maid, Maude Clare was like a queen.”Son Thomas,” his lady mother said, With smiles, almost with tears:”May Nell and you but live…

An Apple Gathering

I plucked pink blossoms from mine apple-tree And wore them all that evening in my hair:Then in due season when I went to see I found no apples there.With dangling basket all along the grass As I had come I…

Love from the North

I had a love in soft south land, Beloved through April far in May;He waited on my lightest breath, And never dared to say me nay.He saddened if my cheer was sad, But gay he grew if I was gay;We…

The Hour and the Ghost

O love, love, hold me fast,He draws me away from thee;I cannot stem the blast,Nor the cold strong sea:Far away a light shinesBeyond the hills and pines;It is lit for me. BridegroomI have thee close, my dear,No terror can come…

My Dream

Hear now a curious dream I dreamed last nightEach word whereof is weighed and sifted truth. I stood beside Euphrates while it swelledLike overflowing Jordan in its youth:It waxed and coloured sensibly to sight;Till out of myriad pregnant waves there…

The Prince’s Progress

Till all sweet gums and juices flow,Till the blossom of blossoms blow,The long hours go and come and go, The bride she sleepeth, waketh, sleepeth,Waiting for one whose coming is slow:— Hark! the bride weepeth.’How long shall I wait, come…

Rest

O earth, lie heavily upon her eyes; Seal her sweet eyes weary of watching, Earth; Lie close around her; leave no room for mirthWith its harsh laughter, nor for sound of sighs.She hath no questions, she hath no replies, Hush’d…