Mathilde Blind

(1841 - 1896 / Germany)

Mathilde Blind Poems

41. Pauper Poet's Song 1/3/2003
42. The Music-Lesson 1/3/2003
43. The Evening Of The Year 1/3/2003
44. Suffering 1/3/2003
45. The Mirror Of Diana 4/20/2010
46. The Tombs Of The Kings 4/20/2010
47. The Red Sunsets Ii, 1883 4/20/2010
48. The New Proserpine 4/20/2010
49. Song I 4/20/2010
50. Soul's Call 4/20/2010
51. In A Kentish Rose Garden. 1/1/2004
52. What Magic Is There 1/3/2003
53. Cross-Roads 4/20/2010
54. Evensong 4/20/2010
55. Question And Answer 4/20/2010
56. The Orange-Peel In The Gutter 4/20/2010
57. The Prophecy Of St. Oran: Part Iii 4/20/2010
58. The Avon 4/20/2010
59. The Forest Pool 4/20/2010
60. The Wind 4/20/2010
61. On Guido's Aurora 4/20/2010
62. Entangled 4/20/2010
63. The Red Sunsets, 1883 1/3/2003
64. Saving Love 1/3/2003
65. Heart's-Ease 1/3/2003
66. The Sower 4/20/2010
67. The Torrent 4/20/2010
68. The Wanderer 4/20/2010
69. To A Friend 4/20/2010
70. Song Ii 4/20/2010
71. Soul-Drift 4/20/2010
72. The Sphinx 1/3/2003
73. Green Leaves And Sere 1/3/2003
74. Deep In A Yew-Sequestered Grove 1/3/2003
75. Nirvana 1/3/2003
76. Nuit 1/3/2003
77. I Was Again Beside Thee In A Dream 1/3/2003
78. Prelude 1/3/2003
79. To Memory 1/3/2003
80. I Think Of Thee In Watches Of The Night 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Mathilde Blind

April Rain

The April rain, the April rain,
Comes slanting down in fitful showers,
Then from the furrow shoots the grain,
And banks are fledged with nestling flowers;
And in grey shaw and woodland bowers
The cuckoo through the April rain
Calls once again.

The April sun, the April sun,
Glints through the rain in fitful splendour,
And in grey shaw and woodland dun
The little leaves spring forth and tender
Their infant hands, yet weak and slender,
For warmth towards the April sun,
One after one.

And between shower and shine hath birth
The ...

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Prelude

What a twitter! what a tumult! what a whirr of wheeling wings!
Birds of Passage hear the message which the Equinoctial brings.

Birds of Passage hear the message and beneath the flying clouds,
Mid the falling leaves of autumn, congregate in clamorous crowds.

Shall they venture on the voyage? are the nestlings fledged for flight;
Fit to face the fluctuant storm-winds and the elemental night?

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