Edward Dowden Poems
|1.||In The Garden Viii: Later Autumn||1/1/2004|
|2.||In The Garden Iv: The Singer||1/1/2004|
|4.||In The Garden Ii: Visions||1/1/2004|
|6.||In The Garden V: A Summer Moon||1/1/2004|
|8.||By The Window||1/1/2004|
|9.||In The Cathedral Close||1/1/2004|
|11.||In The Garden Vi: A Peach||1/1/2004|
|14.||In The Garden Iii: An Interior||1/1/2004|
|15.||The Secret Of The Universe||1/1/2004|
|16.||In The Garden Vii: Early Autumn||1/1/2004|
|17.||Leonardo's 'Monna Lisa'||1/1/2004|
|19.||In The Cathedral||1/1/2004|
|20.||A New Hymn For Solitude||1/1/2004|
|22.||In The Garden I: The Garden||1/1/2004|
Comments about Edward Dowden
My long first year of perfect love,
My deep new dream of joy; She was a little chubby girl,
I was a chubby boy.
I wore a crimson frock, white drawers,
A belt, a crown was on it;
She wore some angel's kind of dress
And such a tiny bonnet,
Old-fashioned, but the soft brown hair Would never keep its place;
A little maid with violet eyes,
And sunshine in her face.
O my child-queen, in those lost days
How sweet was daily living!
How humble and how proud I grew,
How rich by merely giving!
She went to school, the parlour-maid
WHEN weight of all the garner’d years
Bows me, and praise must find relief
In harvest-song, and smiles and tears
Twist in the band that binds my sheaf;
Thou known Unknown, dark, radiant sea
In whom we live, in whom we move,
My spirit must lose itself in Thee,
Crying a name—Life, Light, or Love.