Belovèd, till the day break,
Leave wide the little door;
And bless, to lack and longing,
Our brimming more-and-more.

Is love a scanted portion,
That we should hoard thereof?-
Oh, call unto the deserts,
Belovèd and my Love!

(C) Josephine Preston Peabody
01/01/2000


Best Poems of Josephine Preston Peabody

• Cradle Song
• The Fir-tree
• The Nightingale Unheard
• The House And The Road
• The Enchanted Sheepfold
• The Cloud
• Envoi
• The Long Lane
• Canticle Of The Babe
• The Feaster
• Noon At Pëstum
• Vestal Flame
• Rich Man, Poor Man
• The Singing Man
• The Golden Shoes
• The Foundling
• Gladness
• The Trees
• The Prophet