| Poems by Women |
TO DIANE
The ruddy poppies bend and bow,
Diane! do you remember?
The sun you
knew shines proudly now,
The lake still lists the breezes vow,
Your towers
are fairer for their stains,
Each stone you smiled upon remains.
Sing low
- where is Diane?
Diane! do you remember?
I come to find you through the years,
Diane! do you remember?
For none
may rule my love's soft fears.
The ladies now are not your peers,
I seek
you through your tarnished halls,
Pale sorrow on my spirit falls,
High,
low - where is Diane?
Diane! do you remember?
I crush the poppies where I tread,
Diane! do you remember?
Your flower
of life, so bright, so red -
She does not hear - Diane is dead.
I pace
the sunny bowers alone
Where naught of her remains but stone.
Sing low -
where is Diane?
Diane does not remember.
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) |
