Blanche Edith Baughan
Blanche Edith Baughan Poems
- God's Acre ’NEATH the spiring of spruces Above the blue ...
- On The Just And The Unjust OUTCAST, a horror to his kind, ...
- The Old Place SO the last day’s come at last, the close of my...
- The Greatest Gift IF of us two might only one be glad, ...
- Five Prayers TO taste Wild wine of the mountain-spring, ...
- The 'Mary Ross' 'What was the hardest hour’, you ask, ...
Blanche Edith Baughan was born on 16 January 1870 at Putney, Surrey, England. She was the youngest of six children of Ruth Catterns and her husband, John Baughan, a scrivener. Her father died when she was 10 years old.
Baughan was one of the first women to attend Royal Holloway College when it opened to students studying for University of London degrees. She left in 1891 having gained the first first-class honours BA degree in Classics awarded to a member of the college. Soon after graduating Baughan became involved in social work in the slums of Shoreditch and Hoxton, in east London. Much of her spare time between 1893 and 1898 was spent writing the poems ... more »
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’NEATH the spiring of spruces
Above the blue sea,
Lo, a field of white crosses,
A garden of grief!
—And a riot of roses,
Of red and white roses,
Rich Death! all in blossom,
Fair Loss! all in leaf.
Aye, their warm cherub-cheeks
To cold marble they press;
With sweet summer-kisses
Dead names they caress;
Yon tomb, see, all garlands,
All roses this cross!
—So breathe, my lamenting!
So bloom, O my loss!