Isabella Fyvie Mayo
Isabella Fyvie Mayo Poems
- Shadows Of The Past I'm sitting in a shady room, A dainty ...
- The Dead Poet Draw back the curtain, let the light Upon ...
- The Prisoner Since I walked careless in the noisy street, ...
- Met Again Alas ! when after years apart, When every ...
- The Death Of Emilia Manin Falls the sunlight, dim and ...
- My Cousin's Portrait Just where the early sunbeams fall, ...
- The Midnight Lamp From window, curtainless and high, ...
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Shadows Of The Past
I'm sitting in a shady room,
A dainty scent pervades its gloom,
The perfume from a withered flower
Gathered—who knows in what sweet hour?
Or pressed by what fair lips which must
Have mingled long ere this with dust?
The relic of a grandsire's love
Stored with a letter and a glove!
And all about the room are spread
The handiworks of ladies dead:
A great aunt's miracles in lace,
A Dian coming from the chase
Worked by great-grandmothers of mine
While great-grandfathers sipped their wine;
And here's a valentine so torn
I think it was received in ...