Poems by Frances Darwin Cornford
Pre-Existence
... The pebbles, they were smooth and round ...
Rhyme For A Phonetician
... You please Our sense as damask roses on the breeze, ...
The Guitarist Tunes Up
... What slight essential things she had to say ...
On Rupert Brooke
... Stands dreaming on the verge of strife, ...
Autumn Morning at Cambridge
... And all the grass was glittering and grey with autumn dew, ...
The Ragwort
... The ragworts, growing up so straight, ...
Feri's Dream
... Alas, The dandelions could not speak, though they had seen him pass, ...
A Recollection
... but then Deep in my heart I thought with pride, ...
To a Lady Seen From the Train
... O why do you walk through the fields in gloves, ...
In France
... Their piebald bodies through the grass ...
Autumn Evening
... I thought to send my soul to far-off lands, &emsp ...
The Watch
... O death, come quick, come quick, come quick, ...
