Margaret Widdemer Poems

THERE is a city burning in a dream
All women know and search for secretly;
The swift rose-hearted flame's eternal stream
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SHE loves the flowers, the wind that bends the fir;
When the Spring comes she dances; and her mirth
Comes always when the water laughs to her.
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ALL along the way
As through the night we go,
I see the little houses
In lighted row on row–
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YOU hid the love in your eyes–
How could you think I knew?
It was only a step to his comforting
From the hurt of you.
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THE world of dream is shattered; hill and tree
And wingéd music and enchanted lawn;
For someone signed the cross, and suddenly
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I SAID: 'I shall find peace now, for my love has never been
Here in the little room, in the quiet place;.
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AS long as you never marry me, and I never marry you,
There's nothing on earth that we cannot say and nothing we cannot do–
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THE wires gleamed far and silver,
Lines on a morning sky;
I heard the white wires singing
Their song as I went by;
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THE little wood-path wandered
Green and brown and gay
Up a hill and down a hill,
Through a dew-wet way.
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OLD TALES
HER voice within the darkened room
Tells on– old jests and tragedies
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