Mathilde Blind

(1841 - 1896 / Germany)

Mathilde Blind Poems

1. April Rain 1/3/2003
2. Brown Eyes 1/3/2003
3. Apple-Blossom 1/3/2003
4. Ah, If You Knew 1/3/2003
5. A Dream 1/3/2003
6. Snow Or Snowdrops? 1/3/2003
7. We Met As Strangers 1/3/2003
8. You Make The Sunshine Of My Heart 1/3/2003
9. A Fantasy 1/3/2003
10. Beauty 1/3/2003
11. A White Night 4/20/2010
12. If You But Knew 4/20/2010
13. Yea, The Roses Are Still On Fire 1/3/2003
14. A Child's Fancy 1/3/2003
15. A Winter Landscape 1/3/2003
16. Dost Thou Remember Ever 1/3/2003
17. Your Looks Have Touched My Soul 1/3/2003
18. Lassitude 1/3/2003
19. Analkh 1/3/2003
20. On And On 1/3/2003
21. Ave Maria In Rome 4/20/2010
22. As Many Stars 4/20/2010
23. All My Heart Is Stirring Lightly 1/3/2003
24. A Symbol 1/3/2003
25. Ah, Yesterday Was Dark And Drear 1/3/2003
26. A Spring Song 1/3/2003
27. Love's Vision 4/20/2010
28. Anne Hathaway's Cottage 4/20/2010
29. A Parable 4/20/2010
30. Affinities 4/20/2010
31. Once We Played 4/20/2010
32. A Parting 1/3/2003
33. Sometimes I Wonder 1/3/2003
34. A Bridal In The Bois De Boulogne. 4/20/2010
35. On A Viola D'Amore 1/3/2003
36. The Songs Of Summer 1/3/2003
37. Many Will Love You 1/3/2003
38. Autumn Tints 1/3/2003
39. Anne Hathaway 4/20/2010
40. Between Sleep And Waking 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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The Hunter's Moon

The Hunter's Moon rides high,
High o'er the close-cropped plain;
Across the desert sky
The herded clouds amain
Scamper tumultuously,
Chased by the hounding wind
That yelps behind.

The clamorous hunt is done,

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