Alice Meynell Night Poems

  • 1.
    The child not yet is lulled to rest.
    Too young a nurse, the slender Night
    So laxly holds him to her breast
    That throbs with flight.
    ...
  • 2.
    Farewell has long been said; I have forgone thee;
    I never name thee even.
    But how shall I learn virtues and yet shun thee?
    For thou art so near Heaven
    ...
  • 3.
    The leaves are many under my feet,
    And drift one way.
    Their scent of death is weary and sweet.
    A flight of them is in the grey
    ...
  • 4.
    Home, home from the horizon far and clear,
    Hither the soft wings sweep;
    Flocks of the memories of the day draw near
    The dovecote doors of sleep.
    ...
  • 5.
    O Spring, I know thee! Seek for sweet surprise
    In the young children's eyes.
    But I have learnt the years, and know the yet
    Leaf-folded violet.
    ...
  • 6.
    She walks-the lady of my delight-
    A shepherdess of sheep.
    Her flocks are thoughts. She keeps them white;
    She keeps them from the steep;
    ...
  • 7.
    New delights to our desire
    The singers of the past can yield.
    I lift mine eyes to hill and field,
    And see in them your yet dumb lyre,
    ...
  • 8.
    She walks-the lady of my delight-
    A shepherdess of sheep.
    Her flocks are thoughts. She keeps them white;
    She guards them from the steep.
    ...
  • 9.
    I must not think of thee; and, tired yet strong,
    I shun the love that lurks in all delight-
    The love of thee-and in the blue heaven's height,
    And in the dearest passage of a song.
    ...
Total 9 Night Poems by Alice Meynell

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