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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