A Chrysalis

My little Mädchen found one day
A curious something in her play,
That was not fruit, nor flower, nor seed;
It was not anything that grew,
Or crept, or climbed, or swam, or flew;
Had neither legs nor wings, indeed;
And yet she was not sure, she said...

Poet: Mary Emily Bradley
In Death

How still the room is! But a while ago
The sound of sobbing voices vexed my ears,
And on my face there fell a rain of tears—
I scarce knew why or whence, but now I know.
For this sweet speaking silence, this surcease
Of the dumb, desperate struggle after...

Poet: Mary Emily Bradley
Beyond Recall

There was a time when Death and I
    Came face to face together:
I was but young indeed to die,
    And it was summer weather;
One happy year a wedded wife,
And I was slipping out of life.

You knelt beside me, and I heard,
    As from...

Poet: Mary Emily Bradley
A Spray of Honeysuckle

I broke one day a slender stem,
    Thick-set with little golden horns,
Half bud, half blossom, and a gem—
    Such as one finds in autumn morns
When all the grass with dew is strung—
On every fairy bugle hung.

Careless, I dropped it, in a place...

Poet: Mary Emily Bradley