Margaret Widdemer Poems

LAST Spring I walked these ways, and a sharp grief walked with me,
For you had broken my heart with a light kiss, carelessly,
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I LOOK at all the people
Who meet me and are gay,
And wonder have they broken hearts
That hurt night and day?
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ALL my days are clear again and gentle with forgetting,
Mornings cool with graciousness of time passed stilly by.
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I AM so sorry for them all
Whose ceaseless footsteps rise and fall
Along earth's highways endlessly,
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(Children at play on a French Battlefield)
'When I was a child,'
You shall tell one day,
Children, on these blackened fields
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Lord God, we lift to Thee
A world hurt sore.
Look down, and let it be
Wounded no more!
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I WENT to sleep smiling,
I wakened despairing–
Where was my soul,
On what terror-path faring?
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I WISH I were old now,
And maybe content;
I'd look back the long way
My footsteps were bent,
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GOOD-BY, my dear, good-by–
You woke my heart to break it,
So if another take it
Why need you turn or sigh?
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The Water-Spirit:
Water flows in the wild wood deep,
Dreamy water that slips and sighs,
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