Alice Duer Miller
Alice Duer Miller Poems
|41.||The History Of A Minute||3/15/2012|
|43.||After A Year||3/15/2012|
|44.||The Woman At The Cross-Roads||3/15/2012|
|46.||A Lady's Choice||3/15/2012|
|47.||How Like A Woman||3/15/2012|
|48.||The White Cliffs||1/1/2004|
The White Cliffs
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.
It happened the first...
After A Year
YES, you have guessed it. Do not blame me, dear.
Indeed, I did not dream, 0 tender eyes,
When first we met, that in a little year
My words would dim you with pain's dumb surprise.
Do not reproach me, for I suffer too
An agony of shame and self-contempt;
And know that I shall miss, far more than you,
The lost illusions of this dream we've dreamt.