John Kenyon Poems
- The Neglected Wife They tell me that my face is fair, That ...
- Past And Future Our Past—how strangely swift! Its years—mere ...
- To Mary Anning Thee, Mary! first 'twas lightning struck, And...
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- Rhymed Plea For Tolerance - Di... A.— That Preacher's ...
- Monument At Lucerne When madden'd France shook her King's ...
- Rhymed Plea For Tolerance - Pr...
John Kenyon was born in Jamaica, the son of a wealthy West Indian landowner, but came to England while quite a boy, and was a conspicuous figure in literary society during the second quarter of the century. He published some volumes of minor verse, but is best known for his friendships with many literary men and women, and for his boundless generosity and kindliness to all with whom he was brought... more »
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The Neglected Wife
They tell me that my face is fair,
That sunny smiles are on my cheek—
Yet sorrow hath been busy there,
For many a day—for many a week—
And struggling thoughts I may not speak;
And keen regrets, both deep and keen;
And what if smiles the surface streak,
All cheerless are the depths within!
My marriage troth I gave—received—
While friends stood by with joy elate,
And said, what my fond heart believed,
That mine should be a blest estate.
Ah! better than such wedding-fête,
Ah! better than such bridal bed,
The long-drawn funeral's plumy state,