| Poems by Women |
Prevision
I know you are too dear to stay;
You are so
exquisitely sweet:
My lonely house will thrill some day
To echoes of
your eager feet.
I hold your words within my heart,
So few, so infinitely
dear;
Watching your fluttering hands I start
At the corroding touch
of fear.
A faint, unearthly music rings
From you to Heaven -- it is not
far!
A mist about your beauty clings
Like a thin cloud before a
star.
My heart shall keep the child I knew,
When you are really gone from
me,
And spend its life remembering you
As shells remember the lost
sea.
From: Rittenhouse, Jessie B.
The Second Book of Modern Verse (1919).
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This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
Collection © 1999-2002 Jone Johnson Lewis.
Citing poems from these pages:
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