Poems by Alice Meynell
"My Fair, no beauty of thine will last"
... Thy laughter, done, must cease to be, ...
Lord I Owe Thee a Death
... Not grudgingly, by the effaced thin pence, ...
Renouncement
... This breast, the thought of thee waits hidden yet bright ...
November Blue
... The colour of the electric lights has a strange effect in giving a ...
In Autumn
... Their scent of death is weary and sweet ...
"As the inhastening tide doth roll"
... Yes. But, visiting Sea, your love doth press ...
The Poet To Nature
... I sing one way like the west wind through thee, ...
The Fold
... Oh bring them in-the fields grow dim - ...
To A Poet
... All the earth's wild creatures fly thee, ...
The Poet Sings To Her Poet
... Though all beauty of nine thou makest, ...
A Letter From A Girl To Her Own Old Age
... Will follow with thee where the great winds blow not, ...
A Song Of Derivations
... Down, through the long links of death and birth, ...
"My heart shall be thy garden"
... My heart has thoughts, which, though thine eyes hold mine ...
Via, Et Veritas, Et Vita
... " "Endless the way, followed with how much pain!" ...
A Poet's Sonnet
... Scattered and all unlinked the rhymes shall ring ...
