Poems by Mathilde Blind
The Tombs Of The Kings
... While Troth holds the trembling balance, weighs the heart and seals its fate ...
Love And The Muse
... Swift flames of song light leaping from her throat ...
O Moon
... Its white ghost haunts the moon-white ways ...
Saving Love
... When graves are full of all our hearts held dear, ...
Soul's Call
... * * * * * When with dolorous moan the billows ...
Dead Love
... Here, take him, cold, cold, heavy and void of breath! ...
The Sphinx
... That Man, and all on which Man wastes his breath, ...
The Moat
... And, self-oblivious, Time forgets to note ...
To The Obelisk
... Her waste stretched shadowless, and fraught with risk ...
What Magic Is There
... My heart goes forth to thee, oh friend, ...
The Orange-Peel In The Gutter
... By southern hearts breathed through the grove, ...
On A Viola D'Amore
... CARVED WITH A CUPID'S HEAD, AND PLAYED ON FOR THE FIRST TIME AFTER MORE THAN A CENTURY ...
The Agnostic
... -- Not then I missed my God, not then--but said: ...
I Would I Were The Glow-Worm
... So might I, leaping from some headlong steep, ...
Ode To A Child
... On nights when with earthquake the labouring hills are rife ...
