Poems by George MacDonald
To June
... There they are lying, hills and vales and brooks ...
Hame
... Whaur a' that maks hame ower the big roun earth ...
The Woman of Whom Satan Had Bound
... I think thou, Lord, wilt heal me too, ...
Riddles
... I breathe with my hair, and I drink with my toes ...
In A Churchyard
... From the deep sea-weed fields, though wide and ample, ...
The Diary Of An Old Soul - Dedication
... Growing to golden ears, that faith and hope shall feed ...
A Song Prayer
... Through fires and through waters, ...
A Meditation Of St. Eligius
... With dry parched heart and sickened brain, ...
Triolet
... Quenchest joy's sweet riot ...
The Conselor
... Breathing thy breath, thy white robe given to wear, ...
Dorcas
... " Home, home she went, and plied the loom, ...
The Beloved Disciple
... And twice as strong because thou didst thy duty, ...
The Aurora Borealis
... Sheer through the ebon gates that yet will shut ...
Brother Artist
... that is all. If thy picture one day should ...
The Children's Heaven
... Black clouds fill sometimes all its dome, ...
