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Title: Poems

Author: Marietta Holley

Release Date: November 22, 2003 [EBook #10216]

Language: English

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POEMS

by

"Josiah Allen's Wife,"
(Marietta Holley)

DEDICATION.

When I wrote many of these verses I was much younger than I am now,
and the "sweetest eyes in the world" would brighten over them,
through the reader's love for me. I dedicate them to her memory
--the memory of
MY MOTHER.

Contents

WHAT MAKES THE SUMMER?
THE BROTHERS
A RICH MAN'S REVERIE
GLORIA THE TRUE
THE DEACON'S DAUGHTER
SONGS OF THE SWALLOW
THE COQUETTE
LITTLE NELL
THE FISHER'S WIFE
THE LAND OF LONG AGO
LEMOINE
SLEEP
THE LADY MAUD
THE HAUNTED CASTLE
THE STORY OF GLADYS
FAREWELL
THE KNIGHT OF NORMANDY
SOMETIME
MOTIVES
NIGHTFALL
HIS PLACE
A DREAM OF SPRING
WAITING
A SONG FOR TWILIGHT
THE FLIGHT
COMFORT
JENNY ALLEN
THE UNSEEN CITY
THE WAGES OF SIN
ISABELLE AND I
GOOD-BY
THE SEA-CAPTAIN'S WOOING
IONE
SUMMER DAYS
THE LADY CECILE
HOME
STEPS WE CLIMB
SQUIRE PERCY'S PRIDE
ROSES OF JUNE
MAGDALENA
MY ANGEL
GRIEF
WILD OATS
AUTUMN
THE FAIREST LAND
THE MESSENGER
SLEEP
THE SONG OF THE SIREN
EIGHTEEN SIXTY-TWO
AWEARY
TOO LOW
AT LAST
TWILIGHT
THE SEWING-GIRL
HARRY THE FIRST
THE CRIMINAL'S BETROTHED
GONE BEFORE
A WOMAN'S HEART
WARNING
GENIEVE TO HER LOVER
THE WILD ROSE
OUR BIRD
THE TIME THAT IS TO BE

PREFACE.

All through my busy years of prose writing I have occasionally
jotted down idle thoughts in rhyme. Imagining ideal scenes,
ideal characters, and then, as is the way, I suppose, with more
ambitious poets, trying to put myself inside the personalities
I have invoked, trying to feel as they would be likely to, speak
the words I fancied they would say.

The many faults of my verses I can see only too well; their merits,
if they have any, I leave with the public--which has always been
so kind to me--to discover.

And half-hopefully, half-fearfully, I send out the little craft
on the wide sea strewn with so many wrecks. But thinking