Arthur Bayldon Poems
|1.||The Dead Poet||3/19/2012|
|2.||To America In 1915||5/12/2012|
|3.||Why I Am Poor||5/12/2012|
|11.||An Old Bush Road||1/4/2003|
|12.||A Woman's Mood||1/4/2003|
A Woman's Mood
I think to-night I could bear it all,
Even the arrow that cleft the core, --
Could I wait again for your swift footfall,
And your sunny face coming in at the door.
With the old frank look and the gay young smile,
And the ring of the words you used to say;
I could almost deem the pain worth while,
To greet you again in the olden way!
But you stand without in the dark and cold,
And I may not open the long closed door,
Nor call thro' the night, with the love of ...