Swift as the tide in the river
The blood flows through my heart,
At the curious little fancy
That to-morrow we must part.

It seems to me all over,
The last words have been said;
And I have the curious fancy
To-morrow will find me dead!

(C) Elizabeth Stoddard
01/01/2000


Best Poems of Elizabeth Stoddard

• The Message
• Vers De Societe
• The Wife Speaks
• No Answer
• O Friend, Begin A Loftier Song
• To An Artist
• A Summer Night
• Why?
• Zanthonmy Friend
• Hallo! My Fancy, Whither Wilt Thou Go?
• I Live Within The Strangers Gate
• I Love You, But A Sense Of Pain
• El Manolo
• Closed
• Christmas Comes Again
• Before The Mirror
• Autumn
• August
• Above The Tree
• A Unit
• A Landscape