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The Stay-at-home The Stay-at-home

The Stay-at-home
Comin' or goin' still they spread the news, About America how grand it is, The wonders that are waitin' you to choose And gold that common that like sand it is. "And here you stick," says they. "Like some old tree Stuck in the bog belaboured by all seasons. What's ailin' ye?" says they. Well, leave them be, I have me reasons. There's Cormac's Hugh come back with all his talk, Spreadin'... Poems - Post by : cashvault - Date : November 2011 - Author : Theodosia Garrison - Read : 1426

The Introduction The Introduction

The Introduction
I'm askin' you'll be easy for a bit, Sir, The lad's had little but a thrush's schoolin', The blue skies and the fields, the little whipster, 'Tis time enough for something more--(But whisper) He'll go the better for an easy rulin'. Herself was always for the bit of readin' But Denny here, he's great for growin' things, There's not a primrose that he'd not be heedin' Herself is right 'tis graver... Poems - Post by : PayAce - Date : November 2011 - Author : Theodosia Garrison - Read : 2762

The Grief The Grief

The Grief
The heart of me's an empty thing, that never stirs at all For Moon-shine or Spring-time, or a far bird's call. I only know 'tis living by a grief that shakes it so,-- Like an East wind in Autumn, when the old nests blow. Grey Eyes and Black Hair, 'tis never you I blame. 'Tis long years and easy years since last I spoke your name. And I'm long past the knife-thrust I got at wake or fair. Or looking... Poems - Post by : iknowstuff - Date : November 2011 - Author : Theodosia Garrison - Read : 2031

Sheila Sheila

Sheila
Katie had the grand eyes and Delia had a way with her, And Mary had the Saints' face and Maggie's waist was neat, But Sheila had the merry heart that travelled all the day with her, That put the laughing on her lips and dancing in her feet. I've met with martyrs in my time, and Faith! they make the best of it, But 'tis the uncomplaining ones that wear a sorrow long, 'Twas Sheila had the better way and that's to make... Poems - Post by : DollaBill - Date : November 2011 - Author : Theodosia Garrison - Read : 3559

His Dancing Days His Dancing Days

His Dancing Days
Never did I find me mate for charmin' an' delightin', Never one that had me bate for courtin' an' for fightin';-- (A white moon at the crossroads then, and Denny with the fiddle; The parish round admirin', when I danced down the middle.) Up the earth and down again, me like you'd not discover; Arrah! for the times before me dancin' days were over! Never was a moon so low it didn't find me courtin', Never blade I couldn't show... Poems - Post by : fergalbyrne - Date : November 2011 - Author : Theodosia Garrison - Read : 1944

The Fair The Fair

The Fair
The pick o' seven counties, so they're tellin' me, was there, Horses racin' on the track, and fiddles on the green, Flyin' flags and blowin' horns and all that makes a fair, I'm hearin' that the like of it was something never seen. So it is they're tellin' me, Girl dear, it may be true--... Poems - Post by : fanie - Date : November 2011 - Author : Theodosia Garrison - Read : 1759

Songs Of Himself Songs Of Himself

Songs Of Himself
HIMSELF The houseful that we were then, you could count us by the dozens, The wonder was that sometimes the old walls wouldn't burst: Herself (the Lord be good to her!), the aunts and rafts of cousins, The young folks and the children,--but Himself came first. Master of the House he was, and well for them that knew it: His cheeks like winter apples and his head like snow; Eyes as blue as water when the sun of March shines... Poems - Post by : NetStar - Date : November 2011 - Author : Theodosia Garrison - Read : 3440

The Little Joys The Little Joys

The Little Joys
My little joys went by me As little children run Across the fields at sunset When playing time is done. And now alone at twilight What is there may content The heart that loved their laughter And frolic merriment? Ah well, who knows but still may dawn Another fairer day Wherein my little joys may come... Poems - Post by : codebluenj - Date : November 2011 - Author : Theodosia Garrison - Read : 780

The Poplars The Poplars

The Poplars
My poplars are like ladies trim, Each conscious of her own estate; In costume somewhat over prim, In manner cordially sedate, Like two old neighbours met to chat Beside my garden gate. My stately old aristocrats-- I fancy still their talk must be Of rose-conserves and Persian cats, And lavender and Indian tea;-- I wonder sometimes as I pass If they approve of me. I... Poems - Post by : merchantmission - Date : November 2011 - Author : Theodosia Garrison - Read : 2834

The Return (i Come To You Grown Weary Of Much Laughter) The Return (i Come To You Grown Weary Of Much Laughter)

The Return (i Come To You Grown Weary Of Much Laughter)
I come to you grown weary of much laughter, From jangling mirth that once seemed over-sweet, From all the mocking ghosts that follow after A man's returning feet; Give me no word of welcome or of greeting Only in silence let me enter in, Only in silence when our eyes are meeting, Absolve me of my sin. I come to you grown weary of much living,... Poems - Post by : jporter - Date : November 2011 - Author : Theodosia Garrison - Read : 2804

A Song Of Heloise A Song Of Heloise

A Song Of Heloise
God send thee peace, Oh, great unhappy heart-- A world away, I pray that thou mayst rest Softly as on the Well-Belovèd's breast, Where ever in her wistful dreams thou art. At dawn my prayer is all for thee, at noon My very heart and, Oh, at night my tears For all we walk alone the empty years Nor meet neath any sun--neath any moon. Yet must my love... Poems - Post by : Geneva - Date : November 2011 - Author : Theodosia Garrison - Read : 2921

Ad Finem Ad Finem

Ad Finem
I like to think this friendship that we hold As youth's high gift in our two hands to-day Still shall we find as bright, untarnished gold What time the fleeting years have left us grey. I like to think we two shall watch the May Dance down her happy hills and Autumn fold The world in flame and beauty, we grown old Staunch comrades on an undivided way. I... Poems - Post by : cwhiteco - Date : November 2011 - Author : Theodosia Garrison - Read : 1667

The Inlander The Inlander

The Inlander
I never climb a high hill Or gaze across the lea, But, Oh, beyond the two of them, Beyond the height and blue of them, I'm looking for the sea. A blue sea--a crooning sea-- A grey sea lashed with foam-- But, Oh, to take the drift of it, To know the surge and lift... Poems - Post by : boloreid - Date : November 2011 - Author : Theodosia Garrison - Read : 1129

The Returning The Returning

The Returning
I said I will go back again where we Were glad together. But my dear, my dear, Where are the roses we were wont to see The songs we used to hear? I said the hearth-flame that once burned for us I will renew with all the cheer of old, Yet here within the circle luminous Our very hearts are cold. That was a barren garden that we found,... Poems - Post by : vision2 - Date : November 2011 - Author : Theodosia Garrison - Read : 1352

Heart Of A Hundred Sorrows Heart Of A Hundred Sorrows

Heart Of A Hundred Sorrows
Oh, Heart of a Hundred Sorrows, Whose pity is great therefore, The gift that thy children bring thee Is ever a sorrow more. Sure of thy dear compassion, Concerned for our own relief, Ever and ever we seek thee, And each with his gift of grief. Oh, not to reprove my brothers, Yet I, who am less than less, Would bring... Poems - Post by : qazqaz - Date : November 2011 - Author : Theodosia Garrison - Read : 1554

The Unknowing The Unknowing

The Unknowing
They do not know the awful tears we shed, The tender treasures that we keep and kiss; They could not be so still--our quiet dead In knowing this. They do not know what time we turn to fill Love's empty chalice with a cheaper bliss; They could not be so still--so very still In knowing this.(The end)Theodosia Garrison's poem: Unknowing... Poems - Post by : dolorespepper - Date : November 2011 - Author : Theodosia Garrison - Read : 2526

The Disciples The Disciples

The Disciples
A great king made a feast for Love, And golden was the board and gold The hundred, wondrous gauds thereof; Soft lights like roses fell above Rare dishes exquisite and fine; In jeweled goblets shone the wine-- A great king made a feast for Love. Yet Love as gladly and full-fed hath fared Upon a broken crust that two have shared; And from scant wine as... Poems - Post by : Paperboy - Date : November 2011 - Author : Theodosia Garrison - Read : 1906

The Wedding Gown The Wedding Gown

The Wedding Gown
She put her wedding-gown away As tenderly as one might close, With kissing lips and finger-tips, The petals of a rose Still held for the Belovèd's sake-- The loveliest that blows. She put her wedding-gown away-- The quiet place was all astir With vague perfume that filled the room, Cedar and lavender, Yet sweeter still about it clung... Poems - Post by : wisebiz - Date : November 2011 - Author : Theodosia Garrison - Read : 2596

The Awakening The Awakening

The Awakening
When the white dawn comes I shall kneel to welcome it; The dread that darkened on my eyes Shall vanish and be gone. I shall look upon it As the parched on fountains, Yet it was the blinding night That taught the joy of dawn. When the first bird sings, Oh, I shall hear rejoicing, And all my life shall thrill... Poems - Post by : Cardo - Date : November 2011 - Author : Theodosia Garrison - Read : 3513

Good-bye, Pierrette Good-bye, Pierrette

Good-bye, Pierrette
Good-bye, Pierrette. The new moon waits Like some shy maiden at the gates Of rose and pearl, to watch us stand This little moment, hand in hand-- Nor one red rose its watch abates. The low wind through your garden prates Of one this twilight desolates. Ah, was it this your roses planned? Good-bye, Pierrette. Oh, merriest of little mates, No sadder lover hesitates... Poems - Post by : Akiba - Date : November 2011 - Author : Theodosia Garrison - Read : 1260