Louise Imogen Guiney Light Poems

  • 1.
    I

    The mare is pawing by the oak,
    The chaise is cool and wide
    ...
  • 2.
    Praised be the moon of books! that doth above
    A world of men, the fallen Past behold,
    And fill the spaces else so void and cold
    To make a very heaven again thereof;
    ...
  • 3.
    TRUE loveâ??s own talisman, which here
    Shakespeare and Sidney failed to teach,
    A steel-and-velvet Cavalier
    Gave to our Saxon speech:
    ...
  • 4.
    Open, Time, and let him pass
    Shortly where his feet would be!
    Like a leaf at Michaelmas
    Swooning from the tree,
    ...
  • 5.
    ARE favoring ladies above thee?
    Are there dowries and lands? Do they say
    Seven others are fair? But I love thee:
    Aultre nâ??auray!
    ...
  • 6.
    Thabor of England! since my light is short
    And faint, O rather by the sun anew
    Of timeless passion set my dial true,
    That with thy saints and thee I may consort,
    ...
  • 7.
    The evenfall, so slow on hills, hath shot
    Far down into the valley's cold extreme,
    Untimely midnight; spire and roof and stream
    Like fleeing spectres, shudder and are not.
    ...
  • 8.
    I

    We chose the faint chill morning, friend and friend,
    Pacing the twilight out beneath an oak,
    ...
Total 8 Light Poems by Louise Imogen Guiney

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Kate Drew-Wilkinson: Louise Imogen Guiney is my Great Great Aunt. She took my young Mother, Louise Guiney and my great Aunts Grace and Ruth Guiney to England, to Oxford and cared for them until her death. I have stories and many images of her with family, thanks to Grace and Ruth making a family album. Pictures by Fred Holland Day. I have pictures of her with her cat Wee -one.. and I will spend the rest of my days reading, researching and enjoying, now that I am 83. I would love to hear from any of those who know and love her work, or any way I can be led to some Guiney relatives..The only ones I knew and knew well were my Great Aunts, living outside Oxford.

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