Ada Cambridge

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

Ada Cambridge Poems

1. What Of The Night? 1/4/2003
2. Wasted 3/2/2010
3. Vows 3/2/2010
4. Unstrung 3/2/2010
5. Too Late. 3/3/2010
6. To-Morrow 3/2/2010
7. Tired 3/2/2010
8. This Enlightened Age 3/2/2010
9. The Winged Mariners 3/2/2010
10. The Watchman 3/2/2010
11. The Virgin Martyr 1/4/2003
12. The Vain Question 3/2/2010
13. The Soldier's Grave 3/2/2010
14. The Silence In The Church 3/2/2010
15. The Shadow 3/3/2010
16. The Season 3/2/2010
17. The Resting-Place 3/2/2010
18. The Physical Conscience 3/3/2010
19. The Old Manor House 3/2/2010
20. The Old Maid's Story 3/2/2010
21. The Night 3/2/2010
22. The Mob 3/2/2010
23. The Midnight Mass 3/2/2010
24. The Magic Wand 3/2/2010
25. The Legend Of Lady Gertrude 3/2/2010
26. The Last Battle Of The Cid 3/2/2010
27. The Kind Word 3/2/2010
28. The Hands That Hang Down 3/2/2010
29. The Hand In The Dark 3/2/2010
30. The Future Verdict 3/2/2010
31. The Easter Decorations 3/2/2010
32. The Dawn Of God's Sabbath 1/1/2004
33. The Dawn 3/2/2010
34. The Crown Of Thorns 3/2/2010
35. The Coo Of The Cushat 3/2/2010
36. The Candle Of The Lord 3/2/2010
37. The Baptistry 3/2/2010
38. Sic Vos Non Vobis 3/2/2010
39. Shadow And Substance 3/3/2010
40. Seeking 3/3/2010
Best Poem of Ada Cambridge

Fallen

For want of bread to eat and clothes to wear —
Because work failed and streets were deep in snow,
And this meant food and fire — she fell so low,
Sinning for dear life's sake, in sheer despair.
Or, because life was else so bald and bare,
The natural woman in her craved to know
The warmth of passion — as pale buds to blow
And feel the noonday sun and fertile air.

And who condemns? She who, for vulgar gain
And in cold blood, and not for love or need,
Has sold her body to more vile disgrace —
The prosperous matron, with her comely face —
Wife by the law, ...

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On Australian Hills

Earth, outward tuning on her path in space
This pensive southern face,
Swathing its smile and shine
In that soft veil that day and darkness twine,
The silver-threaded twilight thin and fine,
With April dews impearled,
Looms like another and diviner world.


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