Edward Dowden Heart Poems

  • 1.
    THE grass around my limbs is deep and sweet;
    Yonder the house has lost its shadow wholly,
    The blinds are dropped, and softly now and slowly
    The day flows in and floats; a calm retreat
    ...
  • 2.
    I found Thee in my heart, O Lord,
    As in some secret shrine;
    I knelt, I waited for Thy word,
    I joyed to name Thee mine.
    ...
  • 3.
    With brain oâ??erworn, with heart a summer clod,
    With eye so practised in each form around,â??
    And all forms mean,â??to glance above the ground
    Irks it, each day of many days we plod,
    ...
  • 4.
    STILL deep into the West I gazed; the light
    Clear, spiritual, tranquil as a bird
    Wide-winged that soars on the smooth gale and sleeps,
    Was it from sun far-set or moon unrisen?
    ...
  • 5.
    My long first year of perfect love,
    My deep new dream of joy; She was a little chubby girl,
    I was a chubby boy.

    ...
  • 6.
    QUEEN-MOON of this enchanted summer night,
    One virgin slave companioning thee,--I lie
    Vacant to thy possession as this sky
    Conquer'd and calm'd by thy rejoicing might;
    ...
  • 7.
    Lord, I have knelt and tried to pray to-night,
    But Thy love came upon me like a sleep,
    And all desire died out; upon the deep
    Of Thy mere love I lay, each thought in light
    ...
  • 8.
    WHY do I make no poems? Good my friend
    Now is there silence through the summer woods,
    In whose green depths and lawny solitudes
    The light is dreaming; voicings clear ascend
    ...
  • 9.
    IN the Dean's porch a nest of clay
    With five small tentants may be seen;
    Five solemn faces, each as wise
    As if its owner were a Dean.
    ...
Total 9 Heart Poems by Edward Dowden

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