Anna Hempstead Branch
Anna Hempstead Branch Poems
|3.||Dominus Vineae; Spiritus Agricola||4/14/2010|
|4.||So I May Feel The Hands Of God||4/14/2010|
|5.||The Wedding Feast||4/14/2010|
|6.||While Loveliness Goes By||4/14/2010|
|7.||New York At Sunrise||6/17/2015|
|8.||To An Enemy||4/14/2010|
|10.||Connecticut Road Song||4/14/2010|
|11.||The Monk In The Kitchen||1/4/2003|
|13.||Songs For My Mother||1/4/2003|
|14.||The Warrior Maid||4/14/2010|
|15.||Grieve Not, Ladies||1/4/2003|
|16.||To A New York Shop-Girl Dressed For Sunday||1/4/2003|
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To A New York Shop-Girl Dressed For Sunday
To-day I saw the shop-girl go
Down gay Broadway to meet her beau.
Conspicuous, splendid, conscious, sweet,
She spread abroad and took the street.
And all that niceness would forbid,
Superb, she smiled upon and did.
Let other girls, whose happier days
Preserve the perfume of their ways,
Go modestly. The passing hour
Adds splendor to their opening flower.
But from this child too swift a doom
Must steal her prettiness and bloom,
Toil and weariness hide the grace
That pleads a moment from her face.
So blame her not...
When I come back from secret dreams
In gardens deep and fair,
How very curious it seems --
This mortal name I bear.
For by this name I make their bread
And trim the household light
And sun the linen for the bed
And close the door at night.