Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

(20 April 1826 - 12 October 1887 / Stoke-on-Trent / England)

Dinah Maria Mulock Craik Poems

1. A Child’s Smile 4/13/2010
2. A Christmas Carol 4/13/2010
3. A Dead Baby 4/13/2010
4. A Dead Sea-Gull 4/13/2010
5. A Dream Of Death 4/13/2010
6. A Dream Of Resurrection 4/13/2010
7. A Fable 4/13/2010
8. A Flower Of A Day 4/13/2010
9. A German Student’s Funeral Hymn 4/13/2010
10. A Ghost At The Dancing 4/13/2010
11. A Hymn For Christmas Morning 4/13/2010
12. A Lancashire Doxology 1/1/2004
13. A Living Picture 4/13/2010
14. A Man’s Wooing 4/13/2010
15. A Marriage-Table 4/13/2010
16. A Psalm For New Year’s Eve 4/13/2010
17. A Question 4/13/2010
18. A Rejected Lover 4/13/2010
19. A Silly Song 4/13/2010
20. A Sketch 4/13/2010
21. A Spirit Present 4/13/2010
22. A Stream’s Singing 4/13/2010
23. A True Hero 4/13/2010
24. A Valentine 4/13/2010
25. A Winter Walk 4/13/2010
26. A Word In Season 4/13/2010
27. After Sunset 4/13/2010
28. An Aurora Borealis 4/13/2010
29. An Evening Guest 4/13/2010
30. An Honest Valentine 4/13/2010
31. An Old Idea 4/13/2010
32. Angel Faces 4/13/2010
33. At Even-Tide 4/13/2010
34. At Last 4/13/2010
35. At The Linn-Side 4/13/2010
36. At The Seaside 4/13/2010
37. Beatrice To Dante 4/13/2010
38. Benedetta Minelli 4/13/2010
39. Between Two Worlds 4/13/2010
40. Buried To-Day 4/13/2010
Best Poem of Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

Green Things Growing

O the green things growing, the green things growing,
The faint sweet smell of the green things growing!
I should like to live, whether I smile or grieve,
Just to watch the happy life of my green things growing.

O the fluttering and the pattering of those green things growing!
How they talk each to each, when none of us are knowing;
In the wonderful white of the weird moonlight
Or the dim dreamy dawn when the cocks are crowing.

I love, I love them so - my green things growing!
And I think that they love me, without false showing;
For by many a tender ...

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The Human Temple

The Temple in Darkness

Darkness broods upon the temple,
Glooms along the lonely aisles,
Fills up all the orient window,
Whence, like little children’s wiles,
Shadows—purple, azure, golden—
Broke upon the floor in smiles.

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