Margaret Widdemer Poems

I TELL my heart, to hush her aching
When we are sleeping, when we're waking,
Of things we loved well, she and I,
Upon a time that is gone by:
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I TOOK his dreams from him,
Boy-dreams of gold and red,
I gave him sorrows dim,
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I WAS still a child
Till I came to you,
Child-eyes, child-heart,
Child-lips all too true;
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I WENT down the old passage
Between the lighted doors
To your lighted door,
Knowing that I should find you there,
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I HAVE a little peace today,
And I can pause and see
How life is filled with golden things
And gracious things for me;
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THESE others ask me little, clamoring
For such imperfect gifts as I can bring;
A crown . . . with thorns along it . . . or much gold
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IF you were but near me,
O kindest and best,
I could tell you my trouble,
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'LORD, make my loving a guard for them
Day and night,
Let never pathway be hard for them;
Keep all bright!
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Up and down the street I know,
Now that there are Grief and War,
All day long the people go
As they went before;
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MY lover kissed my lips, and his arms went round my body,
But you were kissing the lips of my soul in our own wild garden
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