Ada Cambridge

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

Ada Cambridge Poems

81. Afar Off 3/3/2010
82. Aunt Dorothy's Lecture 3/2/2010
83. Awake 3/2/2010
84. A Story At Dusk 3/2/2010
85. A Prayer 3/2/2010
86. Advent Hymn 3/2/2010
87. A Sigh In The Night 3/2/2010
88. All-Saints' Day (1868) 3/2/2010
89. An Old Doll 3/2/2010
90. All-Saints' Day (1867) 3/2/2010
91. A Promise 3/3/2010
92. A Dream Of Venice 3/2/2010
93. By A Norfolk Broad 3/2/2010
94. Honour 1/4/2003
95. A Lesson 3/3/2010
96. An Anniversary 3/2/2010
97. An Old Maid's Lament 3/3/2010
98. The Virgin Martyr 1/4/2003
99. The Dawn Of God's Sabbath 1/1/2004
100. An Answer 3/3/2010
101. Peace 3/2/2010
102. Despair 1/4/2003
103. What Of The Night? 1/4/2003
104. Faith 1/4/2003
105. A Wife's Protest 3/3/2010
106. After Our Likeness. 3/2/2010
107. Good-Bye 1/4/2003
108. On Australian Hills 1/1/2004
109. At Sea 1/1/2004
110. Fallen 3/3/2010
Best Poem of Ada Cambridge

Fallen

For want of bread to eat and clothes to wear —
Because work failed and streets were deep in snow,
And this meant food and fire — she fell so low,
Sinning for dear life's sake, in sheer despair.
Or, because life was else so bald and bare,
The natural woman in her craved to know
The warmth of passion — as pale buds to blow
And feel the noonday sun and fertile air.

And who condemns? She who, for vulgar gain
And in cold blood, and not for love or need,
Has sold her body to more vile disgrace —
The prosperous matron, with her comely face —
Wife by the law, ...

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On Australian Hills

Earth, outward tuning on her path in space
This pensive southern face,
Swathing its smile and shine
In that soft veil that day and darkness twine,
The silver-threaded twilight thin and fine,
With April dews impearled,
Looms like another and diviner world.


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