Louise Imogen Guiney

(1861 - 1920 / United States)

Louise Imogen Guiney Poems

1. The Vigil-At-Arms 1/3/2003
2. Valse Jeune 4/15/2010
3. Borderlands -new- 5/26/2015
4. Tryste Noel 1/4/2003
5. The Wild Ride 1/3/2003
6. A Friend's Song For Simoisius 1/3/2003
7. Peter Rugg The Bostonian 1/3/2003
8. Irish Peasant Song 1/4/2003
9. Brook Farm 1/3/2003
10. Of Joan's Youth 1/3/2003
11. Sanctuary 4/15/2010
12. Nocturne 1/3/2003
13. The Atoning Yesterday 1/3/2003
14. A Footnote To A Famous Lyric 4/15/2010
15. Among The Flags 1/3/2003
16. Saint Florent-Le-Vieil 1/3/2003
17. In The Reading-Room Of The British Museum 1/3/2003
18. Sunday Chimes In The City 1/3/2003
19. The Lights Of London 1/3/2003
20. On First Entering Westminster Abbey 1/3/2003
21. Summum Bonum 1/3/2003
22. A Seventeenth-Century Song 1/3/2003
23. Martyr’s Memorial 4/15/2010
24. Pax Paganica 4/15/2010
25. A Salutation 1/3/2003
26. Ode For A Master Mariner Ashore 4/15/2010
27. Friendship Broken 1/3/2003
28. A Song Of The Lilac 1/3/2003
29. The Kings 1/4/2003
30. Open, Time 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Louise Imogen Guiney

Open, Time

Open, Time, and let him pass
Shortly where his feet would be!
Like a leaf at Michaelmas
Swooning from the tree,

Ere its hour the manly mind
Trembles in a sure decrease,
Nor the body now can find
Any hold on peace.

Take him, weak and overworn;
Fold about his dying dream
Boyhood, and the April morn,
And the rolling stream:

Weather on a sunny ridge,
Showery weather, far from here;
Under some deep-ivied bridge,
Water rushing clear:

Water quick to cross and part,
(Golden light on silver sound),
Weather that was ...

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Borderlands

Through all the evening,
All the virginal long evening,
Down the blossomed aisle of April it is dread to walk alone;
For there the intangible is nigh, the lost is ever-during;
And who would suffer again beneath a too divine alluring,
Keen as the ancient drift of sleep on dying faces blown?

Yet in the valley,
At a turn of the orchard alley,

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