Ada Cambridge

[Ada Cross] (21 November 1844 – 19 July 1926 / St Gemans, Norfolk)

Ada Cambridge Poems

41. The Kind Word 3/2/2010
42. Seed-Time And Harvest 3/2/2010
43. The Candle Of The Lord 3/2/2010
44. The Shadow 3/3/2010
45. Nightfall In The Fens 3/3/2010
46. Midnight 3/3/2010
47. At Liberty 3/3/2010
48. The Physical Conscience 3/3/2010
49. Listening 3/3/2010
50. Responsibility 3/3/2010
51. Cui Bono 3/3/2010
52. Grey 3/2/2010
53. Home-Sick 3/2/2010
54. Practising The Anthem 3/2/2010
55. Awake 3/2/2010
56. Afar Off 3/3/2010
57. Shadow And Substance 3/3/2010
58. The Hands That Hang Down 3/2/2010
59. London 3/3/2010
60. A Street Riot 3/3/2010
61. Ordained 3/3/2010
62. Reaction 3/3/2010
63. Too Late. 3/3/2010
64. Possibilities 3/3/2010
65. Drunk And Disorderly 3/3/2010
66. Good Night 3/3/2010
67. Learn 3/2/2010
68. All-Saints' Day (1868) 3/2/2010
69. Profit And Loss 3/3/2010
70. Outcast 3/2/2010
71. Recollection 3/2/2010
72. The Dawn 3/2/2010
73. The Baptistry 3/2/2010
74. A Sigh In The Night 3/2/2010
75. An Old Doll 3/2/2010
76. Granny 3/2/2010
77. A Prayer 3/2/2010
78. To-Morrow 3/2/2010
79. The Watchman 3/2/2010
80. What Of The Night? 1/4/2003

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Peace

The red-rose flush fades slowly in the west.
The golden water, basking in the light,
Pales to clear amber and to silver white.
The velvet shadow of a flame-crowned crest
Lies dark and darker on its shining breast,
Till lonely mere and isle and mountain-height
Grow dim as dreams in tender mist of night,
And all is tranquil as a babe at rest.

So still! So calm! Will our life's eve come thus?
No sound of strife, of labour or of pain,
No ring of woodman's axe, no dip of oar.
Will work be done, and night's rest earned, for us?
And shall we wake to see sunrise...

Read the full of Peace

The Virgin Martyr

Every wild she-bird has nest and mate in the warm April weather,
But a captive woman, made for love -- no mate, no nest has she.
In the spring of young desire, young men and maids are wed together,
And the happy mothers flaunt their bliss for all the world to see:
Nature's sacramental feast for these -- an empty board for me.

I, a young maid once, an old maid now, deposed, despised, forgotten --
I, like them have thrilled with passion and have dreamed of nuptial rest,
Of the trem

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