Louise Imogen Guiney Wind Poems

  • 1.
    Ye daffodilian days, whose fallen towers
    Shielded our paradisal prime from ill,
    Fair Past, fair motherhood! let come what will,
    We, being yours, defy the anarch powers.
    ...
  • 2.
    I

    The mare is pawing by the oak,
    The chaise is cool and wide
    ...
  • 3.
    Above the wall that's broken,
    And from the coppice thinned,
    So sacred and so sweet
    The lilac in the wind!
    ...
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  • 5.
    High-hearted Surrey! I do love your ways,
    Venturous, frank, romantic, vehement,
    All with inviolate honor sealed and blent,
    To the axe-edge that cleft your soldier-bays:
    ...
  • 6.
    I hear in my heart, I hear in its ominous pulses,
    All day, on the road, the hoofs of invisible horses,
    All night, from their stalls, the importunate pawing and neighing.

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  • 7.
    The breath of dew, and twilight's grace,
    Be on the lonely battle-place;
    And to so young, so kind a face,
    The long, protecting grasses cling!
    ...
  • 8.
    HIGH above hate I dwell:
    O storms! farewell.
    Though at my sill your daggered thunders play,
    Lawless and loud to-morrow as to-day,
    ...
Total 8 Wind 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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