John William Inchbold

(1830-1888 / England)

John William Inchbold Poems

21. Of The Tribe Of Judah 10/13/2010
22. Night: 10/13/2010
23. Nature: 10/13/2010
24. My Love 10/13/2010
25. Memory 10/13/2010
26. Love’s Year 10/13/2010
27. Love’s Wisdom 10/13/2010
28. Love’s Winter 10/13/2010
29. Love’s Wealth 10/13/2010
30. Love’s Visions 10/13/2010
31. Love’s Season 10/13/2010
32. Love’s Revenge 10/13/2010
33. Love’s Return 10/13/2010
34. Love’s Look 10/13/2010
35. Love’s Light 10/13/2010
36. Love’s Joy 10/13/2010
37. Love’s Fearlessness 10/13/2010
38. Love’s Breath 10/13/2010
39. Love’s Autumn Buds 10/13/2010
40. Love’s Altar 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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