Alice Williams Brotherton

  • My Enemy

    I
    my foe was dark, and stern, and grim,
    I lived my life in fear of him.
    I passed no secret, darkened nook
    Without a shuddering, furtive look,
    Lest he should take me unawares
    In some one of his subtle snares.
    Even in broad noon the thought of...

  • The Blazing Heart

        who are ye, spirits, that stand
          In the outer gloom,
    Each with a blazing heart in hand,
    Which lighteth the dark beyond the tomb?

        “Oh, we be souls that loved
          Too well, too well!
    Yet, for that love, though sore reproved,...