Louise Imogen Guiney
Louise Imogen Guiney Poems
- Irish Peasant Song I try to knead and spin, but my life is ...
- The Kings A man said unto his Angel: "My spirits are fallen...
- Open, Time Open, Time, and let him pass Shortly where his ...
- A Song Of The Lilac Above the wall that's broken, And from ...
- Friendship Broken I We chose the faint chill morning, ...
- Ode For A Master Mariner Ashor... THERE in his room, whene’er ...
- A Salutation High-hearted Surrey! I do love your ways, ...
Born on January 7, 1861, in Roxbury (now part of Boston), Massachusetts,
Louise Guiney was educated at Elmhurst, a convent school in Providence, Rhode Island.
To help support her family she began contributing to various newspapers and magazines. Her poems, collected in Songs at the Start (1884) and The White Sail and Other Poems (1887), and her essays, collected in Goose Quill Papers (1885), soon attracted the attention of the Boston literary establishment, and the verse in A Roadside Harp (1893) and the essays in Monsieur Henri (1892), A Little English Gallery (1894), and Patrins (1897) brought her to the center of aesthetic life in Boston.
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Irish Peasant Song
I try to knead and spin, but my life is low the while.
Oh, I long to be alone, and walk abroad a mile;
Yet if I walk alone, and think of naught at all,
Why from me that's young should the wild tears fall?
The shower-sodden earth, the earth-colored streams,
They breathe on me awake, and moan to me in dreams,
And yonder ivy fondling the broke castle-wall,
It pulls upon my heart till the wild tears fall.
The cabin-door looks down a furze-lighted hill,
And far as Leighlin Cross the fields are green and still;
But once I hear the blackbird in Leighlin...