Poems by Muriel Stuart
To A Gipsy
... As, from the ditch, some hedge-wraith dartling out, ...
The New Aspasia
... below, above Transient passion with its stains and stings ...
The Cloudberry
... Through the spent and secret twilight hours ...
White Magic
... btain a marvelous result from sap which, left to itself, would have produced corollas without beauty ...
The Wood And The Shore
... Then comes the dark: on sleepy, shell-strewn beaches, ...
In Memory Of Douglas Vernon Cow
... The hands that built you felt you flower from her prayer, ...
Boys Bathing
... The strange, sweet flesh, the lips that were ...
Ave et Vale
... Shall stare from corners where as gods they shone ...
A Song for Old Love
... Young fools shall wonder why, your youth being over, ...
Obsession
... With all the trouble of things that I should know ...
Possession
... Where Should my soul serve without thy sanctities ...
The End of Love
... Not to lose Its greenest leaf, or miss its singlest spray ...
The Tryst
... Those eyes, And drew the long hair close, ...
Forgotten Dead, I Salute You
... With new, strange wines her beakers brim: ...
In the Orchard
... ' 'Go on.' 'It makes you mad for a bit to feel she's your own, ...
