Theodosia Garrison

(1874-1944 / United States)

Theodosia Garrison Poems

1. The Tears Of Harlequin 1/4/2003
2. A Salem Mother 4/21/2010
3. A Song Of Heloise 4/21/2010
4. Ad Finem 4/21/2010
5. Beauty 4/21/2010
6. Black Sheep 4/21/2010
7. Distance 4/21/2010
8. Lovelace Grown Old 4/21/2010
9. Orchards 4/21/2010
10. The Awakening 4/21/2010
11. The Bride 4/21/2010
12. The Broken Lute 4/21/2010
13. The Burden 4/21/2010
14. The Call 4/21/2010
15. The Days 4/21/2010
16. The Disciples 4/21/2010
17. The Dreamers 4/21/2010
18. The Empty House 4/21/2010
19. The Empty House 4/21/2010
20. The Poet 4/21/2010
21. The Poplars 4/21/2010
22. The Return 4/21/2010
23. The Returning 4/21/2010
24. The Rose 4/21/2010
25. The Seer Of Hearts 4/21/2010
26. The Shepherd Who Stayed 4/21/2010
27. The Silent One 4/21/2010
28. The Song Of The Young Page 4/21/2010
29. The Inlander 4/21/2010
30. The Keepers Of The Light 4/21/2010
31. The Mother 4/21/2010
32. The New Spring 4/21/2010
33. The Stars And Stripes 4/21/2010
34. The Unknowing 4/21/2010
35. The Unseen Miracle 4/21/2010
36. The Vagabond 4/21/2010
37. Three Songs In A Garden 4/21/2010
38. Transients 4/21/2010
39. When Pierrot Passes 4/21/2010
40. With The Same Pride 4/21/2010
Best Poem of Theodosia Garrison

Shade

The kindliest thing God ever made,
His hand of very healing laid
Upon a fevered world, is shade.

His glorious company of trees
Throw out their mantles, and on these
The dust-stained wanderer finds ease.

Green temples, closed against the beat
Of noontime's blinding glare and heat,
Open to any pilgrim's feet.

The white road blisters in the sun;
Now, half the weary journey done,
Enter and rest, Oh weary one!

And feel the dew of dawn still wet
Beneath thy feet, and so forget
The burning highway's ache and fret.

This is God's ...

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A Love Song

My love it should be silent, being deep --
And being very peaceful should be still --
Still as the utmost depths of ocean keep --
Serenely silent as some mighty hill.

Yet is my love so great it needs must fill
With very joy the inmost heart of me,
The joy of dancing branches on the hill
The joy of leaping waves upon the sea.

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