Mathilde Blind

(1841 - 1896 / Germany)

Mathilde Blind Poems

121. Ode To A Child 4/20/2010
122. Roman Anemones 4/20/2010
123. Like Some Wild Sleeper 1/3/2003
124. Why Will You Haunt Me 1/3/2003
125. Hymn To Horus 1/3/2003
126. Once On A Golden Day 1/3/2003
127. Love's Phantom 4/20/2010
128. The Sleeping Beauty 1/3/2003
129. The Moon Of Ramadân 1/3/2003
130. In The St. Gotthardt Pass 1/3/2003
131. Pastiche 4/20/2010
132. I Took Your Face Into My Dreams 1/3/2003
133. The Red Sunsets I, 1883 4/20/2010
134. I Would I Were The Glow-Worm 1/3/2003
135. The Robin Redbreast 1/3/2003
136. Rose D'Amour 1/3/2003
137. Between Sleep And Waking 4/20/2010
138. Anne Hathaway 4/20/2010
139. Autumn Tints 1/3/2003
140. Many Will Love You 1/3/2003
141. The Songs Of Summer 1/3/2003
142. On A Viola D'Amore 1/3/2003
143. A Bridal In The Bois De Boulogne. 4/20/2010
144. Marriage 4/20/2010
145. Sometimes I Wonder 1/3/2003
146. A Parting 1/3/2003
147. Once We Played 4/20/2010
148. Affinities 4/20/2010
149. A Parable 4/20/2010
150. Anne Hathaway's Cottage 4/20/2010
151. Love's Vision 4/20/2010
152. A Spring Song 1/3/2003
153. Ah, Yesterday Was Dark And Drear 1/3/2003
154. A Symbol 1/3/2003
155. All My Heart Is Stirring Lightly 1/3/2003
156. As Many Stars 4/20/2010
157. Ave Maria In Rome 4/20/2010
158. On And On 1/3/2003
159. Analkh 1/3/2003
160. Lassitude 1/3/2003

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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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