Little Guinever
“when queen Guinever of Britain was a little wench.”
LOVE’S LABOUR ’S LOST
More poems by Annie Fields
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On Waking from a Dreamless Sleep
I waked; the sun was in the sky,
The face of heaven was fair;
The silence all about me lay, … -
Song, to the Gods, Is Sweetest Sacrifice
“behold another singer!” Criton said,
And sneered, and in his sneering turned the leaf:
“Who reads the poets now? They are past and dead: … -
The Return
The bright sea washed beneath her feet,
As it had done of yore,
The well-remembered odor sweet … -
Theocritus
Ay! unto thee belong
The pipe and song,
Theocritus,— …