Poems by Mathilde Blind
The New Proserpine
... Yea, gathering flowers, thou might'st have been ...
On A Letter
... Than those few lines thy hand has penned have brought to me ...
I Think Of Thee In Watches Of The Night
... Like mystic lamps consumed with too much light ...
The Mystic's Vision
... Drowned in your love, which flows o'er me ...
Noonday Rest
... O'er what strange ways may not these feet have trod ...
Dost Thou Remember Ever
... Life knew a deadlier death: the blighting smart ...
Hymn To Horus
... A child-god fledged in flames ...
A Symbol
... If men must pass shall Man not still remain ...
A Sigh
... The mist wrapped softly, fold on fold, ...
Internal Firesides
... Blue heaven that was glooms blackening o'er the bare ...
Only A Smile
... Sometimes I ask, with tears of woe, ...
Lost Treasure
... Had drained huge bumpers while the stars would set-- ...
On A Torso Of Cupid
... Gone are the hands whose skill ...
Anagke
... But would Hope's rainbow-aureole round us fleet, ...
Pastiche
... IV. Pluck him like a rosebud red, ...
