John William Inchbold

(1830-1888 / England)

Poems of John William Inchbold

21. Love’s Light 10/13/2010
22. Love’s Look 10/13/2010
23. Love’s Return 10/13/2010
24. Love’s Revenge 10/13/2010
25. Love’s Season 10/13/2010
26. Love’s Visions 10/13/2010
27. Love’s Wealth 10/13/2010
28. Love’s Winter 10/13/2010
29. Love’s Wisdom 10/13/2010
30. Love’s Year 10/13/2010
31. Memory 10/13/2010
32. My Love 10/13/2010
33. Nature: 10/13/2010
34. Night: 10/13/2010
35. Of The Tribe Of Judah 10/13/2010
36. One Dead 10/13/2010
37. Passing Brightness 10/13/2010
38. Persecution 10/13/2010
39. Sans Peur 10/13/2010
40. Sin 10/13/2010

A Stranger

Whence hither come, and by what fortune led?
To bring such sweet content, such happy rest,
Have we not clear and mutual knowledge fed
In some far time or place? Come, let us test:
You list when groves a summer music breathe,
You think pure thoughts when white clouds sail the sky:
The violet is fairest in the wreath
Wherewith you deck love's years as they go by,
You smile at fruitless joys, though passing fair

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