Louise Imogen Guiney Sun Poems

  • 1.
    Ye daffodilian days, whose fallen towers
    Shielded our paradisal prime from ill,
    Fair Past, fair motherhood! let come what will,
    We, being yours, defy the anarch powers.
    ...
  • 2.
    I

    The mare is pawing by the oak,
    The chaise is cool and wide
    ...
  • 3.
    Praised be the moon of books! that doth above
    A world of men, the fallen Past behold,
    And fill the spaces else so void and cold
    To make a very heaven again thereof;
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  • 5.
    Thabor of England! since my light is short
    And faint, O rather by the sun anew
    Of timeless passion set my dial true,
    That with thy saints and thee I may consort,
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  • 6.
    The sun that hurt his lovers from on high
    Is fallen; she more merciful is nigh,
    The blessèd one whose beauty's even glow
    Gave never wound to any shepherd's eye.
    ...
  • 7.
    I

    We chose the faint chill morning, friend and friend,
    Pacing the twilight out beneath an oak,
    ...
Total 7 Sun Poems by Louise Imogen Guiney

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Kate Drew-Wilkinson: Louise Imogen Guiney is my Great Great Aunt. She took my young Mother, Louise Guiney and my great Aunts Grace and Ruth Guiney to England, to Oxford and cared for them until her death. I have stories and many images of her with family, thanks to Grace and Ruth making a family album. Pictures by Fred Holland Day. I have pictures of her with her cat Wee -one.. and I will spend the rest of my days reading, researching and enjoying, now that I am 83. I would love to hear from any of those who know and love her work, or any way I can be led to some Guiney relatives..The only ones I knew and knew well were my Great Aunts, living outside Oxford.

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