Louise Imogen Guiney

(1861 - 1920 / United States)

Louise Imogen Guiney Poems

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

Waiting on Him who knows us and our need,
Most need have we to dare not, nor desire,
But as He giveth, softly to suspire
Against His gift, with no inglorious greed,
For this is joy, tho' still our joys recede;
And, as in octaves of a noble lyre,
To move our minds with His, and clearer, higher,
Sound forth our fate; for this is strength indeed.

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