Anna Hempstead Branch Poems

To-day I saw the shop-girl go
Down gay Broadway to meet her beau.

Conspicuous, splendid, conscious, sweet,
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I

Order is a lovely thing;
On disarray it lays its wing,
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Oh, grieve not, Ladies, if at night
   Ye wake to feel your beauty going.
It was a web of frail delight,
   Inconstant as an April snowing.
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I. Her Hands

My mother's hands are cool and fair,
   They can do anything.
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They bade me to my spinning
Because I was a maid,
But down into the battle
I marshalled unafraid.
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But when Endymion, wandering alone,
With youth and love of loveliness forlorn,
Being greatly sorrowful with beauty, came
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I

I saw thee once. I shall know thee ever.
Beyond the frantic mesh
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In the wide and rocky pasture where the cedar trees are gray,
The briar rose was growing with the blueberry and bay.
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Once more among our archangelic hills
The streets of this old, grave, and gracious town
Throb with renewing vigor as when Spring
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When I come back from secret dreams
   In gardens deep and fair,
How very curious it seems --
   This mortal name I bear.
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