Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WOMAN'S LOVE, by LUCRETIA MARIA DAVIDSON First Line: They told me of her history - her love Last Line: Was as a home. Subject(s): Grief; Love - Loss Of; Women; Sorrow; Sadness | ||||||||
They told me of her history -- her love Was a neglected flame, which had consumed The vase wherein it kindled. O how fraught With bitterness is unrequited love! To know that we have cast life's hope away On a vain shadow! Hers was a gentle passion, quiet, deep, As a woman's love should be, All tenderness and silence, only known By the soft meaning of a downcast eye, Which almost fears to look its timid thoughts; A sigh, scarce heard; a blush, scarce visible, Alone may give it utterance. -- Love is A beautiful feeling in a woman's heart, When felt, as only woman love can feel! Pure, as the snow-fall, when its latest shower Sinks on spring-flowers; deep, as a cave-locked fountain; And changeless as the cypress's green leaves; And like them, sad! She nourished Fond hopes and sweet anxieties, and fed A passion unconfessed, till he she loved Was wedded to another. -- Then she grew Moody and melancholy; one alone Had power to soothe her in her wanderings, Her gentle sister; -- But that sister died, And the unhappy girl was left alone, A maniac . -- She would wander far, and shunned Her own accustomed dwelling; and her haunt Was that dead sister's grave: and that to her Was as a home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONOMA FIRE by JANE HIRSHFIELD AS THE SPARKS FLY UPWARDS by JOHN HOLLANDER WHAT GREAT GRIEF HAS MADE THE EMPRESS MUTE by JUNE JORDAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 19 by JAMES JOYCE DIRGE AT THE END OF THE WOODS by LEONIE ADAMS A DREAM by LUCRETIA MARIA DAVIDSON |
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