Zora Bernice May Cross Dear Poems

  • 1.
    I know no miracle so manifest
    As that you wrought upon me yesterday,
    Filling with love my chalice of pure clay
    From fragrant fountains of your own dear breast.
    ...
  • 2.
    Give me a child!! Dear Heart, we have loved long,
    Draining each otherâ??s sweetness to the last
    Wild drops of honeyed madness falling fast
    Upon our limbs in ecstasies of song.
    ...
  • 3.
    O my Beloved, when to-day you said:
    â??All this must perish and we two will go
    Soulless and senseless, to the dust below!�
    I could but smile and fondle your dear head.
    ...
  • 4.
    A miracle of miracles is here.
    Take off your shoes. This place is holy ground.
    No man-child ours like that the shepherd found
    By dreaming Mary when the Star burned clear.
    ...
  • 5.
    What have you got in your knapsack fair,
    White moon, bright moon, pearling the air,
    Spinning your bobbins and fabrics free,
    Fleet moon, sweet moon, in to the sea?
    ...
  • 6.
    Itâ??s holiday time on the hollyhock hills,
    And I wish you would come with me laddie-love, now,
    The butterfly-bells, from the Folly-fool rills,
    Will ring if you listen, and drop on your brow.
    ...
  • 7.
    Beloved, I who shall be mother soon
    Need mothering myself this tired hour,
    As heavily the sweet and precious power
    Weighs on my heart till I am near to swoon.
    ...
  • 8.
    I would not curse your England, wise as slow,
    Just as unjust in deed.
    I can believe that from her heart may flow
    The truest human creed.
    ...
Total 8 Dear Poems by Zora Bernice May Cross

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