Margaret Widdemer

(1884-1978 / United States)

Margaret Widdemer Poems

1. If You Should Tire Of Loving Me 1/4/2003
2. The Dark Cavalier 1/4/2003
3. Irish Love Song 1/4/2003
4. Old Books 4/19/2010
5. Certainties 4/19/2010
6. To Youth After Pain 4/19/2010
7. To A Young Girl At A Window 4/19/2010
8. Old Wine 4/19/2010
9. The Gray Magician 4/19/2010
10. Embroidery 4/19/2010
11. The Factories 4/19/2010
12. When I Was A Young Girl 4/19/2010
13. The Wakened God 4/19/2010
14. The Old Road To Paradise 4/19/2010
15. Fulfilment 4/19/2010
16. Garden Dream 4/19/2010
17. Laggard 4/19/2010
18. His Mother 4/19/2010
19. Departure 4/19/2010
20. The Garden 4/19/2010
21. Once I Met Happiness 4/19/2010
22. October 4/19/2010
23. Greek Love Song 4/19/2010
24. St. Jeanne Rides Out (For Amy Lowell) 4/19/2010
25. Swan-Child 4/19/2010
26. Tea 4/19/2010
27. Teresina’s Face 4/19/2010
28. The Beggars 4/19/2010
29. The Dancers (For Edwin Arlington Robinson) 4/19/2010
30. Heart Of Youth 4/19/2010
31. One Worse Thing 4/19/2010
32. Other People 4/19/2010
33. Peace 4/19/2010
34. People 4/19/2010
35. Poem From A Picture 4/19/2010
36. Prayer For The New Year 4/19/2010
37. Prescience 4/19/2010
38. Song: I Wish I Were Old Now 4/19/2010
39. Song: Kind Adieu 4/19/2010
40. Songs From A Masque 4/19/2010
Best Poem of Margaret Widdemer

If You Should Tire Of Loving Me

If you should tire of loving me
   Some one of our far days,
Oh, never start to hide your heart
   Or cover thought with praise.

For every word you would not say
   Be sure my heart has heard,
So go from me all silently
   Without a kiss or word;

For God must give you happiness,
   And Oh, it may befall
In listening long to Heaven-song
   I may not care at all!

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Irish Love Song

Well, if the thing is over, better it is for me,
The lad was ever a rover, loving and laughing free,
Far too clever a lover not to be having still
A lass in the town and a lass by the road and a lass by the farther hill --
Love on the field and love on the path and love in the woody glen --
(Lad, will I never see you, never your face again?)

Ay, if the thing is ending, now I'll be getting rest,
Saying my prayers and bending down to be stilled and blest,

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