Mathilde Blind

(1841 - 1896 / Germany)

Mathilde Blind Poems

1. The Mystic's Vision 4/20/2010
2. When You Wake 1/3/2003
3. Manchester By Night 1/3/2003
4. The Passing Year 1/3/2003
5. The Dying Dragoman 1/3/2003
6. The Sâkiyeh 1/3/2003
7. The Woods Shake In An Ague-Fit 1/3/2003
8. Echoes Of Spring 4/20/2010
9. Lost Treasure 4/20/2010
10. The Prophecy Of St. Oran: Part Ii 4/20/2010
11. To Hope 4/20/2010
12. The Prophecy Of St. Oran: Part I 4/20/2010
13. Perfect Union 4/20/2010
14. Invocation 4/20/2010
15. Mystery Of Mysteries 4/20/2010
16. New Year's Eve 1/3/2003
17. The Tombs Of The Kings 1/3/2003
18. Internal Firesides 1/3/2003
19. The Beautiful Beeshareen Boy 1/3/2003
20. Hope 1/3/2003
21. Thou Walkest With Me 1/3/2003
22. The Desert 1/3/2003
23. Haunted Streets 1/3/2003
24. Reapers 4/20/2010
25. I Am Athirst, But Not For Wine 1/3/2003
26. On Life's Long Round 1/3/2003
27. Egyptian Theosophy 1/3/2003
28. Only A Smile 1/3/2003
29. The Prophecy Of St. Oran: Part Iv 4/20/2010
30. The Street-Children's Dance 4/20/2010
31. The Moat 4/20/2010
32. I Charge You 1/3/2003
33. Renunciation 4/20/2010
34. Welcome To Egypt 1/3/2003
35. Pauper Poet's Song 1/3/2003
36. The Evening Of The Year 1/3/2003
37. The Music-Lesson 1/3/2003
38. Suffering 1/3/2003
39. The Mirror Of Diana 4/20/2010
40. The Tombs Of The Kings 4/20/2010
Best Poem of Mathilde Blind

April Rain

The April rain, the April rain,
Comes slanting down in fitful showers,
Then from the furrow shoots the grain,
And banks are fledged with nestling flowers;
And in grey shaw and woodland bowers
The cuckoo through the April rain
Calls once again.

The April sun, the April sun,
Glints through the rain in fitful splendour,
And in grey shaw and woodland dun
The little leaves spring forth and tender
Their infant hands, yet weak and slender,
For warmth towards the April sun,
One after one.

And between shower and shine hath birth
The ...

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Prelude

What a twitter! what a tumult! what a whirr of wheeling wings!
Birds of Passage hear the message which the Equinoctial brings.

Birds of Passage hear the message and beneath the flying clouds,
Mid the falling leaves of autumn, congregate in clamorous crowds.

Shall they venture on the voyage? are the nestlings fledged for flight;
Fit to face the fluctuant storm-winds and the elemental night?

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