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A world of change and loss, a world of death,Of heart and eyes that fail, of labouring breath,Of pains to bear and painful deeds to do:—Nevertheless a world of life to comeAnd love; where you’re at home, while in our…
My blessed Mother dozing in her chair On Christmas Day seemed an embodied Love,A comfortable Love with soft brown hair Softened and silvered to a tint of dove;A better sort of Venus with an air Angelical from thoughts that dwell…
Too cold almost for hope of Spring Or firstfruits from the realm of flowers,Your dauntless Valentine, I bring One sprig of love, and sing “Love has no Winter hours.”If even in this world love is love (This wintry world which…
Mother mine, Whom every year Doth endear,— Before sweet Spring (That sweetest thing Brimfull of bliss) Sets all the throng Of birds a-wooing, Billing and cooing,—Your Valentine Sings you a song, Gives you a kiss.
Blessed Dear & heart’s Delight,Companion, Friend, & Mother mine Round whom my fears & love entwine,— With whom I hope to stand & sing Where Angels form the outer ringRound singing Saints who, clad in white,Know no more of day…
Own Mother dear, We all rejoicing here Wait for each other, Daughter for Mother, Sister for Brother,Till each dear face appearTransfigured by Love’s flame Yet still the same,— The same yet new,— My face to you, Your face to me,Made…
Fairer than younger beauties, more beloved Than many a wife,By stress of Time’s vicissitudes unmoved From settled calm of life;Endearing rectitude to those who watch The verdict of your face,Raising and making gracious those who catch A semblance of your…
More shower than shineBrings sweet St. Valentine;Warm shine, warm shower,Bring up sweet flower on flower:Thro’ shower & shineLoves you your Valentine,Thro’ shine, thro’ shower,Thro’ summer’s flush, thro’ Autumn’s fading hour.
Soul rudderless, unbraced, The body’s friend and guest, Whither away to-day?Unsuppled, pale, discased, Dumb to thy wonted jest.
Where are the songs I used to sing, Where are the notes I used to know?I have forgotten everything I used to know so long ago.Summer has followed after Spring; Now Autumn is so shrunk and sereI scarcely think a…