Michael Field Poems
- Ah Me, If I Grew Sweet To Man Ah me, if I grew sweet to ...
- Maidenhair Plato of the clear, dreaming eye and ...
- July THERE is a month between the swath and sheaf When ...
- The Hayfield 'The last load is carried, The meadow is mown;...
- And On My Eyes Dark Sleep By N... Come, dark-eyed Sleep, ...
- Second Thoughts I thought of leaving her for a day In town, ...
- Morning-Rains I HEARD a morning thrush salute the rains ...
Michael Field was a pseudonym used for the poetry and verse drama of Katherine Harris Bradley (1846 - 1914) and her niece and ward Edith Emma Cooper (1862 - 1913). As Field they wrote around 40 works together, and a long journal Works and Days. Their intention was to keep the pen-name secret, but it became public knowledge, not long after they had confided in their friend Robert ... more »
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Ah Me, If I Grew Sweet To Man
Ah me, if I grew sweet to man
It was but as a rose that can
No longer keep the breath that heaves
And swells among its folded leaves.
The pressing fragrance would unclose
The flower, and I become a rose,
That unimpeachable and fair
Planted its sweetness in the air.
No art I used men's love to draw;
I lived but by my being's law,
As roses are by heaven designed
To bring the honey to the wind.