Margaret Widdemer Poems

IT never would have hurt God
To have made the world today
So that your footsteps turned my way,
So that our two paths crossed–
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The Spring will come when the year turns,
   As if no Winter had been,
But what shall I do with a locked heart
   That lets no new year in?
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The Christ-Child lay in Bethlehem
And the Wise Men gave Him gold,
And Mary-Mother she hearkened them
As they prayed in the cattle-fold:
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HE goes out with his Dreams
Through the dingy city square,
Purple- and silver-winged
They go with him everywhere.
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YOU live as the world would have you do–
Only the sleeping soul of you
Lies unwakened by wind or dew.
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THIS was one of the dreary whiles
When a woman sits and smiles
Wishing all the talk was over,
Inward thought a weary rover . . .
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AND if you came?– Oh, I would smile
And sit quite still to hide
My throat that something clutched the while,
My heart that struck my side.
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The lamplight's shaded rose
On couch and chair and wall,
The drowsy book let fall,
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I DID not know that I should miss you,
So silver-soft your loving came,
There were no trumpets down the dawning,
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I SAID, 'Love is gone;
I need bear no more
Terrible dawn
And midnight sore
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