Anna Hempstead Branch Poems
- 1. To A New York Shop-girl Dressed For Sunday
To-day I saw the shop-girl go
Down gay Broadway to meet her beau.
Conspicuous, splendid, conscious, sweet,
... - 2. The Name
When I come back from secret dreams
In gardens deep and fair,
How very curious it seems-
This mortal name I bear.
... - 3. The Monk In The Kitchen
I
Order is a lovely thing;
On disarray it lays its wing,
... - 4. Songs For My Mother
I
Her Hands
My mother's hands are cool and fair,
... - 5. Grieve Not, Ladies
Oh, grieve not, Ladies, if at night
Ye wake to feel your beauty going.
It was a web of frail delight,
Inconstant as an April snowing.
... - 6. Dream
But now the Dream has come again, the world is as of old.
Once more I feel about my breast the heartening splendors fold.
Now I am back in that good place from which my footsteps came,
And I am hushed of any grief and have laid by my shame.
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