Friend and Lover

More poems by Mary Ainge De Vere

• The Spinner

  The spinner twisted her slender thread
  As she sat and spun:
  “The earth and the heavens are mine,” she said, …

• A Breath

  A breath can fan love’s flame to burning,—
  Make firm resolve of trembling doubt.
  But, strange! at fickle fancy’s turning, …

• 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, …

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