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

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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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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