Helen Gray Cone

(1859-1934 / United States)

Helen Gray Cone Poems

41. The Dandelions 4/22/2010
42. Sonnet: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 4/22/2010
43. To-Day 1/4/2003
44. Madonna Pia 4/22/2010
45. A Resurrection 4/22/2010
46. Arraignment 4/22/2010
47. A Fairy Tale 4/22/2010
48. The Arrowmaker 4/22/2010
49. A Memory 4/22/2010

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A Memory

Though pent in stony streets, 'tis joy to know,
'Tis joy, although we breathe a fainter air,
The spirit of those places far and fair
That we have loved, abides; and fern-scents flow
Out of the wood's heart still, and shadows grow
Long on remembered roads as warm days wear;
And still the dark wild water, in its lair,
The narrow chasm, stirs blindly to and fro.

Delight is in the sea-gull's dancing wings,
And sunshine wakes to rose the ruddy hue
Of rocks; and from her tall wind-slanted stem
A soft bright plume the goldenrod outflings
Along the breeze, above...

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The Ride To The Lady

"Now since mine even is come at last, --
For I have been the sport of steel,
And hot life ebbeth from me fast,
And I in saddle roll and reel, --
Come bind me, bind me on my steed!
Of fingering leech I have no need!"
The chaplain clasped his mailed knee.
"Nor need I more thy whine and thee!
No time is left my sins to tell;

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