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Florence Wilkinson Poems

  • The Heart's Country
    Hill people turn to their hills;
    Sea-folk are sick for the sea:
    Thou art my land and my country,
    And my heart calls out for thee....
  • The Fugitives
    We are they that go, that go,
    Plunging before the hidden blow.
    We run the byways of the earth,
    For we are fugitive from birth,...
  • Students
    John Brown and Jeanne at Fontainebleau-
    ‘T was Toussaint, just a year ago;
    Crimson and copper was the glow
    Of all the woods at Fontainebleau....
  • A Memorial Tablet
    Oh, Agathocles, fare thee well!

    Naked and brave thou goest
    Without one glance behind!...
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Heaven 2 Hidden 2 Country 2 Mind 2 Smile 2 Song 1 Away 1 Alone 1 Mystery 1 Listen 1


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Ballade Of The Midnight Forest
 by Andrew Lang

Still sing the mocking fairies, as of old,
Beneath the shade of thorn and holly-tree;
The west wind breathes upon them, pure and cold,
And wolves still dread Diana roaming free
In secret woodland with her company.
'Tis thought the peasants' hovels know her rite
When now the wolds are bathed in silver light,
And first the moonrise breaks the dusky grey,
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