After A Parting (by: Alice Meynell (1847 - 1922)) Farewell has long been said; I have foregone thee; I never name thee even. But how shall I learn virtues and yet shun thee? For thou art so near Heaven That Heavenward meditations pause upon thee. continue reading
Garden, The (by: Alice Meynell (1847 - 1922)) My heart shall be thy garden. Come, my own, Into thy garden; thine be happy hours Among my fairest thoughts, my tallest flowers, From root to crowning petal thine alone. continue reading
In Autumn (by: Alice Meynell (1847 - 1922)) I walk to love and life alone Over these mournful places, Across the summer overthrown, The dead joys of these silent faces, To claim my own... continue reading
Letter From A Girl To Her Own Old Age, A (by: Alice Meynell (1847 - 1922)) Yet let my letter with thy lost thoughts in it Tell what the way was when thou didst begin it, And win with thee the goal when thou shalt win it.... continue reading
Lover Urges The Better Thrift, The (by: Alice Meynell (1847 - 1922)) My Fair, no beauty of thine will last Save in my love’s eternity. Thy smiles, that light thee fitfully, Are lost for ever—their moment past— Except the few thou givest to me. continue reading
Parted (by: Alice Meynell (1847 - 1922)) But who shall stop the patient rain? His tears must not disturb my heart, But who shall change the years, and part The world from every thought of pain? continue reading
Regrets (by: Alice Meynell (1847 - 1922)) And fill thy loneliness that lies apart In still, persistent pain. Shall I content thee, O thou broken heart... continue reading
Renouncement (by: Alice Meynell (1847 - 1922)) I must not think of thee; and, tired yet strong, I shun the thought that lurks in all delight... continue reading
Shattered Lute, A (by: Alice Meynell (1847 - 1922)) I touched the heart that loved me as a player Touches a lyre. Content with my poor skill, No touch save mine knew my beloved... continue reading
Thoughts In Separation (by: Alice Meynell (1847 - 1922)) We never meet; yet we meet day by day Upon those hills of life, dim and immense— The good we love, and sleep, our innocence. O hills of life, high hills! continue reading
