A Breath
A breath can fan love’s flame to burning,—
Make firm resolve of trembling doubt.
But, strange! at fickle fancy’s turning,
The selfsame breath can blow it out.
More poems by Mary Ainge De Vere
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The Spinner
The spinner twisted her slender thread
As she sat and spun:
“The earth and the heavens are mine,” she said, … -
A Farewell
I put thy hand aside, and turn away:
Why should I blame the slight and fickle heart
That cannot bravely go, nor boldly stay, … -
Faith Trembling
Were i a happy bird,
Building my little nest each early spring,
It might be easy then to keep God’s word, … -
Friend and Lover
When psyche’s friend becomes her lover,
How sweetly these conditions blend!
But, oh, what anguish to discover …