Theodosia Garrison Great Poems

  • 1.
    Sometimes, slow moving through unlovely days,
    The need to look on beauty falls on me
    As on the blind the anguished wish to see,
    As on the dumb the urge to rage or praise;
    ...
  • 2.
    The Angel of the night when night was gone
    High upon Heaven's ramparts, cried, "The Dawn!"

    And wheeling worlds grew radiant with the one
    ...
  • 3.
    I'm askin' you'll be easy for a bit, Sir,
    The lad's had little but a thrush's schoolin',
    The blue skies and the fields, the little whipster,
    'Tis time enough for something more--(But whisper)
    ...
  • 4.
    A great king made a feast for Love,
    And golden was the board and gold
    The hundred, wondrous gauds thereof;
    Soft lights like roses fell above
    ...
  • 5.
    Oh, Heart of a Hundred Sorrows,
    Whose pity is great therefore,
    The gift that thy children bring thee
    Is ever a sorrow more.
    ...
  • 6.
    I

    They whisper at my very gate,
    These clacking gossips every one,
    ...
  • 7.
    The houseful that we were then, you could count us by the dozens,
    The wonder was that sometimes the old walls wouldn't burst:
    Herself (the Lord be good to her!), the aunts and rafts of cousins,
    The young folks and the children,--but Himself came first.
    ...
  • 8.
    God send thee peace, Oh, great unhappy heart--
    A world away, I pray that thou mayst rest
    Softly as on the Well-Belovë"d's breast,
    Where ever in her wistful dreams thou art.
    ...
  • 9.
    My love it should be silent, being deep-
    And being very peaceful should be still-
    Still as the utmost depths of ocean keep-
    Serenely silent as some mighty hill.
    ...
Total 9 Great Poems by Theodosia Garrison

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