Mathilde Blind

(1841 - 1896 / Germany)

Mathilde Blind Poems

121. Why Will You Haunt Me 1/3/2003
122. Ode To A Child 4/20/2010
123. Roman Anemones 4/20/2010
124. Like Some Wild Sleeper 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. Many Will Love You 1/3/2003
140. The Songs Of Summer 1/3/2003
141. On A Viola D'Amore 1/3/2003
142. A Bridal In The Bois De Boulogne. 4/20/2010
143. Marriage 4/20/2010
144. Sometimes I Wonder 1/3/2003
145. A Parting 1/3/2003
146. Once We Played 4/20/2010
147. Affinities 4/20/2010
148. A Parable 4/20/2010
149. Anne Hathaway's Cottage 4/20/2010
150. Love's Vision 4/20/2010
151. A Spring Song 1/3/2003
152. Ah, Yesterday Was Dark And Drear 1/3/2003
153. A Symbol 1/3/2003
154. All My Heart Is Stirring Lightly 1/3/2003
155. As Many Stars 4/20/2010
156. Ave Maria In Rome 4/20/2010
157. On And On 1/3/2003
158. Analkh 1/3/2003
159. Lassitude 1/3/2003
160. Your Looks Have Touched My Soul 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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The Hunter's Moon

The Hunter's Moon rides high,
High o'er the close-cropped plain;
Across the desert sky
The herded clouds amain
Scamper tumultuously,
Chased by the hounding wind
That yelps behind.

The clamorous hunt is done,

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