Margaret Widdemer

(1884-1978 / United States)

Margaret Widdemer Poems

1. Song 1/4/2003
2. A Ballad Of The Wise Men 4/19/2010
3. A Boy Of The Ghetto 4/19/2010
4. A Lost Comrade 4/19/2010
5. An Afternoon 4/19/2010
6. And If You Came— 4/19/2010
7. Changeling 4/19/2010
8. Denial 4/19/2010
9. Discovery 4/19/2010
10. Dream-House 4/19/2010
11. Father Prayer 4/19/2010
12. Homes 4/19/2010
13. I Did Not Know 4/19/2010
14. I Said, 4/19/2010
15. I Tell My Heart 4/19/2010
16. I Took His Dreams 4/19/2010
17. I Was Still A Child 4/19/2010
18. In An Office Building 4/19/2010
19. Interim 4/19/2010
20. Givers 4/19/2010
21. God’s Places 4/19/2010
22. Goodbye My Lover 4/19/2010
23. Life Tells The Dreamer 4/19/2010
24. Lost Counsel 4/19/2010
25. Mother-Prayer 4/19/2010
26. Next Year 4/19/2010
27. One Worse Thing 4/19/2010
28. Other People 4/19/2010
29. Peace 4/19/2010
30. People 4/19/2010
31. Poem From A Picture 4/19/2010
32. Prayer For The New Year 4/19/2010
33. Prescience 4/19/2010
34. Song: I Wish I Were Old Now 4/19/2010
35. Song: Kind Adieu 4/19/2010
36. Songs From A Masque 4/19/2010
37. Heart Of Youth 4/19/2010
38. Swan-Child 4/19/2010
39. Tea 4/19/2010
40. Teresina’s Face 4/19/2010

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Best Poem of Margaret Widdemer

If You Should Tire Of Loving Me

If you should tire of loving me
   Some one of our far days,
Oh, never start to hide your heart
   Or cover thought with praise.

For every word you would not say
   Be sure my heart has heard,
So go from me all silently
   Without a kiss or word;

For God must give you happiness,
   And Oh, it may befall
In listening long to Heaven-song
   I may not care at all!

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Irish Love Song

Well, if the thing is over, better it is for me,
The lad was ever a rover, loving and laughing free,
Far too clever a lover not to be having still
A lass in the town and a lass by the road and a lass by the farther hill --
Love on the field and love on the path and love in the woody glen --
(Lad, will I never see you, never your face again?)

Ay, if the thing is ending, now I'll be getting rest,
Saying my prayers and bending down to be stilled and blest,

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