Alice Meynell Sweet Poems

  • 1.
    Farewell to one now silenced quite,
    Sent out of hearing, out of sight,--
    My friend of friends, whom I shall miss,
    He is not banished, though, for this,--
  • 2.
    I come from nothing; but from where
    Come the undying thoughts I bear?
    Down, through the long links of death and birth,
    From the past poets of the earth,
  • 3.
    The leaves are many under my feet,
    And drift one way.
    Their scent of death is weary and sweet.
    A flight of them is in the grey
  • 4.
    My heart shall be thy garden. Come, my own,
    Into thy garden; thine be happy hours
    Among my fairest thoughts, my tallest flowers,
    From root to crowning petal, thine alone.
  • 5.
    There's a feast undated, yet
    Both our true lives hold it fast,--
    Even the day when we first met.
    What a great day came and passed,
  • 6.
    On London fell a clearer light;
    Caressing pencils of the sun
    Defined the distances, the white
    Houses transfigured one by one,
  • 7.
    A poet of one mood in all my lays,
    Ranging all life to sing one only love,
    Like a west wind across the world I move,
    Sweeping my harp of floods mine own wild ways.
  • 8.
    O Spring, I know thee! Seek for sweet surprise
    In the young children's eyes.
    But I have learnt the years, and know the yet
    Leaf-folded violet.
  • 9.
    Rich meanings of the prophet-Spring adorn,
    Unseen, this colourless sky of folded showers,
    And folded winds; no blossom in the bowers;
    A poet's face asleep in this grey morn.
Total 9 Sweet Poems by Alice Meynell

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