Marian Osborne

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Marian Osborne Poems

Shall I with lethal draughts drowse every thought
And let the days pass by with silent tread,–
Dream that the vanished hour I long have sought
Is once more mine, and you no longer dead?
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Fair Israfel, the sweetest singer of Heaven,
Shook back his burning curls, and from his seven
Stringed lute swept an impassioned prayer
So full of yearning that the very air
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If only I were fair,
Or had some charm to bind
In tender loving ways
The passing of the days,
Life would seem less unkind
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Beloved, can I make return to thee
For all the gifts which thy rich heart doth hold,
Gifts that have turned my life's gloom into gold
And opened wisdom's door with magic key.
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The darkness of the night bewildering
Falls on a world of chaos, and alone
I lie, and listen for the single string
Of Hope, with strainèd ears, but hear no moan
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As when two children, hand clasped fast in hand,
Explore the dimness of a fairy bower
In tremulous encroachment, each one fanned
To ardour by his playmate's fancied power;
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Marian Osborne Biography

Marian Osborne was a Canadian poet and dramatist. Life Osborne was born Marian Francis in Montreal, Quebec, and educated at the Collegiate Institute in London, Ontario, and Trinity College in Toronto, Ontario. She married Charles Bath at seventeen, and lived in Wales until his death five years later, bearing him two sons and a daughter. In 1902 she married Charles Osborne, a lawyer and member of the Toronto Stock Exchange. She was an accomplished athlete, winning championships in swimming and fencing. Writing The Times: These poems are all graceful and melodious.... The author tries many metres, both regular and irregular, ... they are well-controlled and lend variety to her muse. For the most part the verses are of love and contemplative moods..... The author's gift of dignified and harmonious verse is at its best in the sonnets; and there is a life given briefly and illuminatingly in 'The Professor's Story,' a little poem in the manner of Browning.)

The Best Poem Of Marian Osborne

Love's Anguish

Shall I with lethal draughts drowse every thought
And let the days pass by with silent tread,–
Dream that the vanished hour I long have sought
Is once more mine, and you no longer dead?
How shall I grasp the skirts of happy chance
And calm my spirit in adventurous ways,
Like bold Don Quixote hold aloft my lance
Against the world without thy meed of praise?
How can I live through long discordant days,
How cheat despair, or speed Time's lagging feet,
Since I have lost the fragrance of love's ways
That turned life's winter into springtime sweet?
Come to me, Death, come, ere it be too late;
Thy kiss alone can draw the sting of Fate.

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