Adelaide Anne Procter

  • Seated one day at the organ,
      I was weary and ill at ease,
    And my fingers wandered idly
      Over the noisy keys.

    I do not know what I was playing,
      Or what I was dreaming then,
    But I struck one chord of music,
      Like the sound of a great...

  • I Do not ask, O Lord, that life may be
        A pleasant road;
    I do not ask that Thou wouldst take from me
        Aught of its load;

    I do not ask that flowers should always spring
        Beneath my feet;
    I know too well the poison and the sting...

  • Judge not; the workings of his brain
      And of his heart thou canst not see;
    What looks to thy dim eyes a stain,
      In God’s pure light may only be
    A scar, brought from some well-won field,
    Where thou wouldst only faint and yield.

    The look, the air...

  • With echoing steps the worshippers
      Departed one by one;
    The organ’s pealing voice was stilled,
      The vesper hymn was done;
    The shadow fell from roof and arch,
      Dim was the incensed air,
    One lamp alone, with trembling ray,
      Told of the...

  • Where are the swallows fled?
              Frozen and dead
    Perchance upon some bleak and stormy shore.
              O doubting heart!
          Far over purple seas
          They wait, in sunny ease,
          The balmy southern breeze
    To bring them to their...

  • Before I trust my fate to thee,
      Or place my hand in thine,
    Before I let thy future give
      Color and form to mine,
    Before I peril all for thee, question thy soul to-night for me.

    I break all slighter bonds, nor feel
      A shadow of regret:...

  • I Will not let you say a woman’s part
      Must be to give exclusive love alone;
    Dearest, although I love you so, my heart
      Answers a thousand claims besides your own.

    I love,—what do I not love? Earth and air
      Find space within my heart, and myriad...