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| Poems by Women |
HALLOWED PLACES
I pass my days among the quiet places
Made sacred by your feet.
The air
is cool in the fresh woodland spaces,
The meadows very sweet.
The sunset fills the wide sky with its splendor,
The glad birds greet the
night;
I stop and listen for a voice strong, tender,
I wait those dear
eyes' light.
You are the heart of every gleam of glory,
Your presence fills the
air,
About you gathers all the fair year's story;
I read you
everywhere.
Alice Freeman Palmer [1855-1902]
From: Stevenson, Burton Egbert.
The Home Book of Verse.
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This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
Collection © 1999-2002 Jone Johnson Lewis.
Citing poems from these pages:
| Author. "Poem Title." Women's History: Poems by Women. Jone Johnson Lewis, editor. URL: (date of logon) |
