Love Poems – Page 2554

The Heaviest Cross of All

I ’ve borne full many a sorrow, I ’ve suffered many a loss—
But now, with a strange, new anguish, I carry this last dread cross;
For of this be sure, my dearest, whatever thy life befall, …

Katherine Eleanor Conway English
Saturninus

He might have won the highest guerdon that heaven to earth can give,
For whoso falleth for justice—dying, he yet shall live.
He might have left us his memory to flame as a beacon light, …

Katherine Eleanor Conway English
De Fust Banjo

Go ’way, fiddle! folks is tired o’ hearin’ you a-squawkin’.
Keep silence fur yo’ betters!—don’t you heah de banjo talkin’?
About de ’possum’s tail she ’s gwine to lecter—ladies, listen!— …

Irwin Russell English
From the "Book of Day-Dreams"

Soul unto SOUL GLOOMS DARKLING
DISGUISE upon disguise, and then disguise,
Equivocations at the rose’s heart, …

Charles Leonard Moore English
The Betrayal of the Rose

A white rose had a sorrow—
And a strange sorrow!
For her sisters they had none, …

Edith Matilda Thomas English
The Tears of the Poplars

Hath not the dark stream closed above thy head,
With envy of thy light, thou shining one?
Hast thou not, murmuring, made thy dreamless bed …

Edith Matilda Thomas English
The Quiet Pilgrim

When on my soul in nakedness
His swift, avertless hand did press,
Then I stood still, nor cried aloud, …

Edith Matilda Thomas English
Mother England

I
there was a rover from a western shore,
England! whose eyes the sudden tears did drown, …

Edith Matilda Thomas English
Breath of Hampstead Heath

The wind of Hampstead Heath still burns my cheek
As, home returned, I muse, and see arise
Those rounded hills beneath the low, gray skies, …

Edith Matilda Thomas English
Thefts of the Morning

Bind us the Morning, mother of the stars
And of the winds that usher in the day!
Ere her light fingers slide the eastern bars, …

Edith Matilda Thomas English