Thomas Ashe Poems
- Meet We No Angels, Pansie? CAME, on a Sabbath noon, my sweet,...
- Thomas When Christ spake peace to His, save only one, And he...
- Avril, La Douce Esperance Come, spring, and bring the flowers...
- To Two Bereaved YOU must be sad; for though it is to Heaven, ...
Thomas Ashe (1836–1889) was an English poet.
He was born in Stockport, Cheshire in 1836. His father, John Ashe (d. 1879), originally a Manchester manufacturer and an amateur artist, resolved late in life to take holy orders, was prepared for ordination by his own son, and became vicar of St. Paul's at Crewe in 1869. Thomas was educated at Stockport grammar school and St. John's College,... more »
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Meet We No Angels, Pansie?
CAME, on a Sabbath noon, my sweet,
In white, to find her lover;
The grass grew proud beneath her feet,
The green elm-leaves above her:--
Meet we no angels, Pansie?
She said, 'We meet no angels now';
And soft lights stream'd upon her;
And with white hand she touch'd a bough;
She did it that great honour:--
What! meet no angels, Pansie?
O sweet brown hat, brown hair, brown eyes,
Down-dropp'd brown eyes, so tender! ...