The Poems of Alice Meynell

Index by First Line

Early Poems

Incorporating Preludes and the first volume entitled Poems

All my stars forsake me

A poet of one mood in all my lays

As the full moon shining there

As the inhastening tide doth roll

As, when the seaward ebbing tide doth pour

Farewell has long been said; I have foregone thee

Farewell to one now silenced quite

From dawn to dusk, and from dusk to dawn

I come from nothing; but from where

If I should quit thee, sacrifice, forswear

I had not seen my son’s dear face

I must not think of thee; and, tired yet strong

I touched the heart that loved me as a player

Like him who met his own eyes in the river

Listen, and when thy hand this paper presses

My Fair, no beauty of thine will last

My heart shall be thy garden. Come, my own

No new delights to our desire

No sudden thing of glory and fear

O’er the Campagna it is dim warm weather

Oh, not more subtly silence strays

O poet of the time to be

O spring, I know thee! Seek for sweet surprise

Quiet form of silent nun

Rich meanings of the prophet-Spring adorn

Slight as thou art, thou art enough to hide

The child not yet is lulled to rest

The leaves are many under my feet

There’s a feast, undated, yet

Thou who singest through the earth

We build with strength the deep tower wall

We never meet; yet we meet day by day

Who knows what days I answer for to-day?

Who looked for thee, thou little song of mine?

Your own fair youth, you care so little for it

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