Louise Imogen Guiney

(1861 - 1920 / United States)

Louise Imogen Guiney Poems

1. The Vigil-At-Arms 1/3/2003
2. Valse Jeune 4/15/2010
3. Borderlands 5/26/2015
4. Tryste Noel 1/4/2003
5. The Wild Ride 1/3/2003
6. A Friend's Song For Simoisius 1/3/2003
7. Peter Rugg The Bostonian 1/3/2003
8. Of Joan's Youth 1/3/2003
9. Sanctuary 4/15/2010
10. The Atoning Yesterday 1/3/2003
11. Brook Farm 1/3/2003
12. Nocturne 1/3/2003
13. A Footnote To A Famous Lyric 4/15/2010
14. Saint Florent-Le-Vieil 1/3/2003
15. In The Reading-Room Of The British Museum 1/3/2003
16. A Seventeenth-Century Song 1/3/2003
17. Summum Bonum 1/3/2003
18. Sunday Chimes In The City 1/3/2003
19. The Lights Of London 1/3/2003
20. On First Entering Westminster Abbey 1/3/2003
21. Martyr’s Memorial 4/15/2010
22. Pax Paganica 4/15/2010
23. A Salutation 1/3/2003
24. Ode For A Master Mariner Ashore 4/15/2010
25. Friendship Broken 1/3/2003
26. The Kings 1/4/2003
27. A Song Of The Lilac 1/3/2003
28. Open, Time 1/3/2003
29. Among The Flags 1/3/2003
30. Irish Peasant Song 1/4/2003

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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...

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Summum Bonum

Waiting on Him who knows us and our need,
Most need have we to dare not, nor desire,
But as He giveth, softly to suspire
Against His gift, with no inglorious greed,
For this is joy, tho' still our joys recede;
And, as in octaves of a noble lyre,
To move our minds with His, and clearer, higher,
Sound forth our fate; for this is strength indeed.

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