Ada Cambridge Poems
|81.||The Future Verdict||3/2/2010|
|82.||The Hand In The Dark||3/2/2010|
|83.||The Hands That Hang Down||3/2/2010|
|84.||The Kind Word||3/2/2010|
|85.||The Last Battle Of The Cid||3/2/2010|
|86.||The Legend Of Lady Gertrude||3/2/2010|
|87.||The Magic Wand||3/2/2010|
|88.||The Midnight Mass||3/2/2010|
|91.||The Old Maid's Story||3/2/2010|
|92.||The Old Manor House||3/2/2010|
|93.||The Physical Conscience||3/3/2010|
|97.||The Silence In The Church||3/2/2010|
|98.||The Soldier's Grave||3/2/2010|
|99.||The Vain Question||3/2/2010|
|100.||The Virgin Martyr||1/4/2003|
|102.||The Winged Mariners||3/2/2010|
|103.||This Enlightened Age||3/2/2010|
|110.||What Of The Night?||1/4/2003|
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, ...
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