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Title: Poems
Author: Elizabeth Stoddard
Release Date: May 20, 2004 [EBook #12391]
Language: English
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POEMS
BY
ELIZABETH STODDARD
1895
CONTENTS
THE POET'S SECRET
NOVEMBER
MUSIC IN A CROWD
"I LIVE WITHIN THE STRANGER'S GATE"
THE HOUSE OF YOUTH
THE HOUSE BY THE SEA
CHRISTMAS COMES AGAIN
MARCH
THE SPRING AFAR
WHY?
AUGUST
OCTOBER
"THE WILLOW BOUGHS ARE YELLOW NOW"
"IN THE STILL, STAR-LIT NIGHT"
AUTUMN
THE AUTUMN SHEAF
IN THE CITY
"I LOVE YOU, BUT A SENSE OF PAIN"
NAMELESS PAIN
A BABY SONG
THE WIFE SPEAKS
THE HUSBAND SPEAKS
"ONE MORN I LEFT HIM IN HIS BED"
BEFORE THE MIRROR
"THE SHADOWS ON THE WATER REACH"
A SUMMER NIGHT
"FAN ME WITH THESE LILIES FAIR"
"OH, THE WILD, WILD DAYS OF YOUTH!"
"ON MY BED OF A WINTER NIGHT"
"HALLO! MY FANCY, WHITHER WILT THOU GO?"
YOU LEFT ME
"O FRIEND, BEGIN A LOFTIER SONG"
"NOW THAT THE PAIN IS GONE, I TOO CAN SMILE"
THE COLONEL'S SHIELD
A FEW IDLE WORDS
VERS DE SOCIETE
THE RACE
THE WOLF-TAMER
THE ABBOT OF UNREASON
EL MANOLO
MERCEDES
THE BULL-FIGHT
ON THE CAMPAGNA
THE QUEEN DEPOSED
A UNIT
ZANTHON--MY FRIEND
ACHILLES IN ORCUS
ABOVE THE TREE
TO AN ARTIST
A LANDSCAPE
FROM THE HEADLAND
AS ONE
THE VISITINGS OF TRUTH KNOWN ELSEWHERE
WE MUST WAIT
UNRETURNING
CLOSED
MEMORY IS IMMORTAL
THE TRYST
NO ANSWER
ON THE HILLTOP
THE MESSAGE
EXILE
A SEASIDE IDYL
THE CHIMNEY-SWALLOW'S IDYL
LAST DAYS
POEMS
THE POET'S SECRET.
The poet's secret I must know,
If that will calm my restless mind.
I hail the seasons as they go,
I woo the sunshine, brave the wind.
I scan the lily and the rose,
I nod to every nodding tree,
I follow every stream that flows,
And wait beside the steadfast sea.
I question melancholy eyes,
I touch the lips of women fair:
Their lips and eyes may make m
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