Margaret Widdemer

(1884-1978 / United States)

Margaret Widdemer Poems

41. Teresina’s Face 4/19/2010
42. The Beggars 4/19/2010
43. The Dancers (For Edwin Arlington Robinson) 4/19/2010
44. The Faun's Sweetheart 4/19/2010
45. The Masters 4/19/2010
46. The Old Kings 4/19/2010
47. The Wires 4/19/2010
48. The Wood-Path 4/19/2010
49. Three Studies From A Portrait 4/19/2010
50. Toys 4/19/2010
51. Travel Prayer 4/19/2010
52. Unfaith 4/19/2010
53. Unspelled 4/19/2010
54. Vain Hiding 4/19/2010
55. Warning 4/19/2010
56. Whistle-Fantasy 4/19/2010
57. Wise People 4/19/2010
58. Woman-Lore 4/19/2010
59. Women 4/19/2010
60. The Singing Wood 4/19/2010
61. The Unfound City 4/19/2010
62. The Garden 4/19/2010
63. His Mother 4/19/2010
64. Once I Met Happiness 4/19/2010
65. St. Jeanne Rides Out (For Amy Lowell) 4/19/2010
66. October 4/19/2010
67. Greek Love Song 4/19/2010
68. Laggard 4/19/2010
69. Garden Dream 4/19/2010
70. Departure 4/19/2010
71. Fulfilment 4/19/2010
72. The Old Road To Paradise 4/19/2010
73. The Wakened God 4/19/2010
74. When I Was A Young Girl 4/19/2010
75. The Factories 4/19/2010
76. Embroidery 4/19/2010
77. The Gray Magician 4/19/2010
78. Old Wine 4/19/2010
79. To A Young Girl At A Window 4/19/2010
80. To Youth After Pain 4/19/2010
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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