Poems by Alice Meynell
Spring On The Alban Hills
... Thou with thy thoughts, who art another Spring, ...
'Soeur Monique'
... All his thoughts go out to places that he knew, ...
Singers To Come
... Who look on hills, and trees, and flowers, ...
To The Beloved--A Lament
... At windy dawn, with a wild heart beating time, ...
The Lover Urges The Better Thrift
... Thy laughter, done, must cease to be, ...
Song Of The Day To The Night
... Are thought here 'mid the blown sea-flowers, ...
Cradle-Song At Twilight
... Too young a nurse, the slender Night ...
Builders Of Ruins
... Our flowers with fruits, our seeds with flowers, ...
The Neophyte
... One leaven to joy that comes, I guess not how ...
San Lorenzo Giustiniani's Mother
... I filled his wallet and kissed his beads, ...
After A Parting
... Since all my growth tends to thee night and day- ...
Regrets
... And brims the little sea-shore lakes, and sets ...
An Unmarked Festival
... Who knows, Was earth cold or sunny, Sweet, ...
"I touched the heart that loved me as a player"
... My thoughts in sound to the measure of my will ...
Song Of The Night At Daybreak
... And the dawn-winds shake me ...
