Poems by George MacDonald
To E.G., Dedicating a Book
... Then down thy stream, with hope-filled sail, ...
A Song of Hope
... There's naething nae mair to come ower me, ...
De Profundis
... Grow, Temple, grow! Heart, from thy cerements break! ...
The Wind And The Moon
... I will blow," said the Wind, "right fierce and grim, ...
To A Thunder-Cloud
... Will rend thy tottering piles of gloom asunder, ...
My Two Geniuses
... And from far battle-fields there comes the neighing ...
Who Lights The Fire?
... For all the blue smoke's pantomimic gesture- ...
Who Would Have Thought?
... Blow, breath of heaven, on all this poison blow! ...
The Prism
... II. How oft have I laid fold from fold ...
The Child-Mother
... Her frock, they're smeared with slime like glue! ...
To One Threatened With Blindness
... All the night through, sleepless and young and stark ...
Second Sight
... With gardens springing round me fresh and fair ...
Mary
... I go." Her hands unwares outsped his fate, ...
The Clock of The Universe
... Push on the month-figures, pale, weary-faced Moon ...
Were I A Skilful Painter
... Should try to teach thee hope and fear, ...
