Teresa Hooley Poems

To-night out in the darkness
The wind is loud and high-
I saw a star go falling
Along the wintry sky.
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Gleam on gleam in the veilèd dawn
The feet of the Gods are but half withdrawn;
The Colour fringes their garments' hem,
And the stones of the desert remember them.
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We woke and watched the stars all jewel-bright.
Sudden I heard, as I lay lover-warm
In the encircling hollow of your arm,
The old sad wind of Egypt in the night-
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Bareheaded to winds of summer,
Through the sun-flecked wood you ran,
And sudden a veil was lifted-
I saw you other than man,
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To-day I saw a butterfly,
The first-born of the Spring,
Sunning itself upon a bank-
A lovely, tawny thing.
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I have known moors and mountains,
And many a wind-swept height,
But the little hills of Charnwood
Are precious in my sight.
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Airily poised in the garden bed,
Delicate saffron, white and rose,
With gossamer petals lightly spread
The columbines flutter upon their toes.
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All day long blew the daffodils,
Oh, what a sight to see,
A myriad gold-gowned daffodils,
Moved to a rhythmic glee.
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They came with gushing platitudes
To 'study Nature' in my woods,
That they might, to their greater glory,
Mouth her in sonnet and in story.
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Men cut down the trees here,
Years ago.
Now it is all Beauty:
Brambles blow,
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