Zora Bernice May Cross

(18 May 1890 – 22 January 1964 / Brisbane)

Zora Bernice May Cross Poems

1. Sonnet Of Motherhood Xxiv 4/10/2010
2. Sonnet Of Motherhood Xxix 4/10/2010
3. Sonnet Of Motherhood Xxvii 4/10/2010
4. Sonnet Of Motherhood Xxxi 4/10/2010
5. Love Sonnet Xxvi 4/10/2010
6. Love Sonnet Xxv 4/10/2010
7. Sonnet Of Motherhood Xl 4/10/2010
8. Sonnet Of Motherhood Viii 4/10/2010
9. The Fairie's Fair 1/1/2004
10. Love Sonnet Xvii 4/10/2010
11. Sonnet Of Motherhood X 4/10/2010
12. Love Sonnet Lviii 4/10/2010
13. Love Sonnet Lx 4/10/2010
14. Love Sonnet Xxi 4/10/2010
15. Love Sonnet Xxix 4/10/2010
16. Love Sonnet Xxviii 4/10/2010
17. Elegy On An Australian Schoolboy 4/10/2010
18. Sonnet Of Motherhood Xlv 4/10/2010
19. Love Sonnet Xxxv 4/10/2010
20. Love Sonnet Liv 4/10/2010
21. Sonnet Of Motherhood Vi 4/10/2010
22. Love Sonnet Xliv 4/10/2010
23. Love Sonnet Xlix 4/10/2010
24. Love Sonnet Xv 4/10/2010
25. Fortune 1/1/2004
26. Love Sonnet Xlii 4/10/2010
27. Books 1/1/2004
28. Love Sonnet X 4/10/2010
29. Girl-Gladness 1/1/2004
30. Memory 1/1/2004
31. The New Moon 1/1/2004

Comments about Zora Bernice May Cross

  • Adele Doherty (11/28/2019 11:32:00 PM)

    I would like to find the date that Zora Cross wrote " Memory" , " Late, late last night when the whole world slept"

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  • Moonland Elf (3/17/2019 11:49:00 PM)

    Bryan Manning is a talentless.

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  • Bryan Manning (9/28/2005 3:00:00 AM)

    Too Victorian. I'm turned off by overusage of maidens and fairies in poetry.

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Best Poem of Zora Bernice May Cross


Oh! Bury me in books when I am dead,
Fair quarto leaves of ivory and gold,
And silk octavos, bound in brown and red,
That tales of love and chivalry unfold.
Heap me in volumes of fine vellum wrought,
Creamed with the close content of silent speech;
Wrap me in sapphire tapestries of thought
From some old epic out of common reach.
I would my shroud were verse-embroidered too---
Your verse for preference—in starry stitch,
And powdered o’er with rhymes that poets woo,
Breathing dream-lyrics in moon-measures rich.
Night holds me with a horror of the ...

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It’s holiday time on the hollyhock hills,
And I wish you would come with me laddie-love, now,
The butterfly-bells, from the Folly-fool rills,
Will ring if you listen, and drop on your brow.
So, dear come along,
I’ve a kiss and a song,
And I know where the fairies are forging a gong
To ring up the elves to a festival fair
Of snippets of sunshine and apples of air.

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