The poems and sonnets of Louise Chandler Moulton

Moulton, Louise Chandler (1835-1908)

SWALLOW-FLIGHTS

MIDSUMMER IN NEW ENGLAND.

AT ETRETAT.

THE HOUSE OF DEATH.

“SHE WAS WON IN AN IDLE DAY.”

A LIFE'S LOSS.

THE SINGER.

HOW LONG?

THE SONG OF A SUMMER.

IF.

FIAT JUSTITIA.

AT THE LAST.

WHAT SHE SAID IN HER TOMB.

A SUMMER'S GHOST.

LOVER AND FRIEND HAST THOU PUT FAR FROM ME.

TO A LADY IN A PICTURE.

IF I COULD KEEP HER SO.

ANNIE'S DAUGHTER.

LOOKING INTO THE WELL.

THE HOUSE IN THE MEADOW.

WE LAY US DOWN TO SLEEP.

[I. You thought, O Love, you loved me then, I know]

[II. You surely must remember, though to-day]

IN THE GARDEN OF DREAMS.

[dedication]

IN THE GARDEN OF DREAMS.

Lyrics.

COME BACK, DEAR DAYS.

LOVE'S RESURRECTION DAY.

THE STRENGTH OF THE HILLS.

“IF THERE WERE DREAMS TO SELL.”

“THEIR CANDLES ARE ALL OUT.”

A GIRL'S FUNERAL IN MILAN.

IN A GARDEN.

AT END.

THE COQUETTE'S DEFENCE.

DO NOT GRIEVE.

OLD JONES IS DEAD.

GRANDMAMMA'S WARNING.

THE ROSE SHE WORE IN WINTER.

THE ROSES OF LA GARRAYE.

NOW AND THEN.

“THE KING IS DEAD, LONG LIVE THE KING.”

Sonnets in Many Moods.

BEYOND SIGHT AND SOUND.

TO ONE WHO HAS LOVED OFTEN.

IN THE COURT OF THE LIONS:

His Second Wife Speaks.

IN THE PINE WOODS AT MARIENBAD.

HELP THOU MINE UNBELIEF!

HARK, TEN THOUSAND HARPS AND VOICES!

[I. Her gentle ghost is with me everywhere]

[II. Now with the summer she has come again]

[III. Thou wilt not speak! Day after silent day]

TO JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER,

“WITH THOSE CLEAR EYES.”

LOVE PLUMES HIS WINGS.

ON A ROSE PRESSED IN A BOOK.

THE SUN IS LOW.

THE SECRET OF ARCADY.

AT NIGHT'S HIGH NOON.

BECAUSE IT IS THE SPRING.

HER PICTURE.

A VIOLET SPEAKS.

LEGEND OF A TOMB IN FLORENCE.

THE SUMMER'S QUEEN.

BEND LOW AND HARK.

A SONG FOR ROSALYS.

THE GENTLE GHOST OF JOY.

WHEN I WANDER AWAY WITH DEATH.

HAS LAVISH SUMMER BROUGHT THE ROSE?

I HAVE CALLED THEE MANY A NIGHT.

A WHISPER TO THE MOON.

IN VENICE ONCE.

MY QUEEN OF MAY.

WHERE THE NIGHT'S PALE ROSES BLOW.

AND YET.

I HEARD A CRY IN THE NIGHT.

I. LAND OF MY DREAMS.

II. THOUGH WE WERE DUST.

III. THE ROSE OF DAWN.

IV. THOU REIGNEST STILL.

V. TIME'S PRISONER.

VI. “HAVE I NOT LEARNED TO LIVE WITHOUT THEE YET?”

VII. A HEAVENLY BIRTHDAY.

VIII. LETHE.

IX. A SILENT VOICE.

10.

X. WERE BUT MY SPIRIT LOOSED UPON THE AIR.

Of Life and Love.

AT MIDSUMMER.

THE LIFE-MASK OF KEATS.

OH, TRAVELLER BY UNACCUSTOMED WAYS.

GREAT LOVE.

I. GREAT LOVE IS HUMBLE.

II. GREAT LOVE IS PROUD.

HER YEARS.

MIDWINTER FLOWERS.

HER PRESENCE.

WHEN WE CONFRONT THE VASTNESS OF THE NIGHT.

ON MEETING A SAILING VESSEL IN MID-OCEAN.

MIDNIGHT AT SEA.

INTER MANES.

YET, STRANGELY BEAUTIFUL YOUR FACE I FIND.

A SUMMER'S DREAM.

[I. What that dead summer was my heart knows well]

[II. So Summer, with her slow, reluctant feet]

MY MASTERS.

TO PRINCE ORIC.

A POET'S SECOND LOVE.

[I. I share your heart with her, its former Queen]

[II. Not mine the spell to charm your lute to song]

FAIR LIFE.

A PLEA FOR THE OLD YEAR.

THE SONG OF THE STARS.

A QUESTION: AT SEA.

THE LAND OF GOLD.

A PRAYER IN THE DARK.

II. THE POET OF HUMAN LIFE.

OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES.

SUMMONED BY THE KING.

PHILIP BOURKE MARSTON.

THE CLOSED GATE.

A DREAM IN THE NIGHT.

Rondels and Rondeaux.

VAGRANT LOVE.

THOUGH WE REPENT.

THE SPRING IS HERE.

TO THE GHOST OF MARY QUEEN OF SCOTS.

AFTER SUPPING WITH A POET.

ROSAMOND'S ROSE.

TO A FAIR LADY.

TWO THRUSHES MET.

LOVE MAKES THE SPRING.

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THE ROSE SHE WORE IN WINTER.

TO R. H.

O rose, so subtly sweet!
What dost thou in the snow—
The time of frost and sleet,
When roses should not blow—
Playing at summer so?

When we that beauty meet,
Which nightingales in June
For love and bliss entreat,
With what cold, wintry rune
Shall we thy praise entune?

My Rose, so subtly sweet,
Thy rose-red lips I kiss;
I kneel at thy dear feet,
Dear Rose, and do not miss
The summer's by-gone bliss.

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THE ROSE SHE WORE IN WINTER.