The Poems of Alice Meynell

Index by First Line

Later Poems

Incorporating Later Poems and “A Father of Women” and Other Poems

Across what calm of tropic seas

A flock of winds came winging from the North

Ah! no, not these!

Along the graceless grass of town

All night had shout of men and cry

And will they cast the altars down

Another day awakes. And who

“A riddling world!” one cried

A voice peals in this end of night

Behold

Black mountains pricked with pointed pine

Brief, on a flying night

Dear are some hidden things

Forth, to the alien gravity

Given, not lent

I dreamt (no “dream” awake—a dream indeed)

I go by road, I go by street

Into the rescued world newcomer

I saw a tract of ocean locked inland

I saw the throng, so deeply separate

Longer than thine, than thine

Long life to thee, long virtue, long delight

Lord, Thou hast crushed Thy tender ones, o’er-thrown

Lord, where are Thy prerogatives?

Luminous passions reign

Master, thy enterprise

Not yet was winter come to earth’s soft floor

O heavenly colour, London town

Oh, man’s capacity

Oh, what a kiss

One of the crowd went up

One wept whose only child was dead

On London fell a clearer light

Our father works in us

O what a miracle wind is this

She walks—the lady of my delight

So humble things Thou hast borne for us, O God

The Lady Poverty was fair

The light young man who was to die

The paralytic man has dropped in death

The poet’s imageries are noble ways

There is a bolder way

There is no length of days

There’s much afoot in heaven and earth this year

Thou art the Way

Thou inmost, ultimate

Thou man, first-comer, whose wide arms entreat

Three times have I beheld

To her accustomed eyes

Two men went up to pray; and one gave thanks

Unlike the youth that all men say

Yes, from the ingrate heart, the street

“You never attained to Him?”

With this ambiguous earth

Whose is the speech

Why wilt thou chide

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