Ada Cambridge

[Ada Cross] (21 November 1844 – 19 July 1926 / St Gemans, Norfolk)

Ada Cambridge Poems

1. A Dream Of Venice 3/2/2010
2. A Lesson 3/3/2010
3. A Prayer 3/2/2010
4. A Promise 3/3/2010
5. A Sermon 3/2/2010
6. A Sigh In The Night 3/2/2010
7. A Story At Dusk 3/2/2010
8. A Street Riot 3/3/2010
9. A Wife's Protest 3/3/2010
10. Advent Hymn 3/2/2010
11. Afar Off 3/3/2010
12. After Our Likeness. 3/2/2010
13. All-Saints' Day (1867) 3/2/2010
14. All-Saints' Day (1868) 3/2/2010
15. An Anniversary 3/2/2010
16. An Answer 3/3/2010
17. An Old Doll 3/2/2010
18. An Old Maid's Lament 3/3/2010
19. At Liberty 3/3/2010
20. At Long Last 3/2/2010
21. At Sea 1/1/2004
22. Aunt Dorothy's Lecture 3/2/2010
23. Autumn 3/2/2010
24. Awake 3/2/2010
25. By A Norfolk Broad 3/2/2010
26. By The Camp Fire 3/2/2010
27. Contentment 3/2/2010
28. Craven-Heart 3/2/2010
29. Cui Bono 3/3/2010
30. Dead 3/2/2010
31. Desire 3/2/2010
32. Despair 1/4/2003
33. Drunk 3/2/2010
34. Drunk And Disorderly 3/3/2010
35. Empty 3/2/2010
36. Evensong 3/2/2010
37. Faith 1/4/2003
38. Fallen 3/3/2010
39. Fashion 3/2/2010
40. Good Night 3/3/2010
Best Poem of Ada Cambridge

Peace

The red-rose flush fades slowly in the west.
The golden water, basking in the light,
Pales to clear amber and to silver white.
The velvet shadow of a flame-crowned crest
Lies dark and darker on its shining breast,
Till lonely mere and isle and mountain-height
Grow dim as dreams in tender mist of night,
And all is tranquil as a babe at rest.

So still! So calm! Will our life's eve come thus?
No sound of strife, of labour or of pain,
No ring of woodman's axe, no dip of oar.
Will work be done, and night's rest earned, for us?
And shall we wake to see sunrise...

Read the full of Peace

The Virgin Martyr

Every wild she-bird has nest and mate in the warm April weather,
But a captive woman, made for love -- no mate, no nest has she.
In the spring of young desire, young men and maids are wed together,
And the happy mothers flaunt their bliss for all the world to see:
Nature's sacramental feast for these -- an empty board for me.

I, a young maid once, an old maid now, deposed, despised, forgotten --
I, like them have thrilled with passion and have dreamed of nuptial rest,
Of the trem

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