Alice Duer Miller

(28 July 1874 - 22 August 1942 / New York City, New York)

Alice Duer Miller Poems

41. Batalha 3/15/2012
42. After A Year 3/15/2012
43. The Woman At The Cross-Roads 3/15/2012
44. A Creed 3/15/2012
45. A Lady's Choice 3/15/2012
46. How Like A Woman 3/15/2012
47. Exile 3/15/2012
48. The White Cliffs 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Alice Duer Miller

The White Cliffs

I
I have loved England, dearly and deeply,
Since that first morning, shining and pure,
The white cliffs of Dover I saw rising steeply
Out of the sea that once made her secure.
I had no thought then of husband or lover,
I was a traveller, the guest of a week;
Yet when they pointed 'the white cliffs of Dover',
Startled I found there were tears on my cheek.
I have loved England, and still as a stranger,
Here is my home and I still am alone.
Now in her hour of trial and danger,
Only the English are really her own.

II
It happened the first...

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From The German

ONCE for thy brow a wreath I wished to wind,
And, seeking long, I could no flowers find.
Now golden flowers are blooming far and near,
But, ah! dear love, thou art no longer here.

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