DEATH took away from me my heart's desire,—"Bereft" by Florence Earle Coates. Published in The Reader (June 1907), Lyrics of Life (1909) and Poems (1916) Volume I.
Full suddenly, without a word of warning;
Froze with benumbing touch her body's fire,
And darkened her young morning.
Death hid her then where she is safe, men say,—
Imprisoned in a deep-digged grave and hollow,
Where grief and pain may never find a way,
Nor any torment follow.
Safe!—and because of fear, they deem 't was best
For her, perchance,—this thing which they call dying,
But cold she could not be against my breast
As there where she is lying!
Sometimes I dream, with sudden, wild delight,
That she escapes the cruel bonds that bind her,
And fond I seek through all the throbbing night,
But never, never find her!
Sometimes—But have the dead then no regrets?—
Ah, me! I think, though she hath so bereft me,
My loved one cannot be where she forgets
How lonely she hath left me!
Tuesday, June 19, 2018
Monday, May 7, 2018
THE Ship of the Spring in the offing at last!"In the Offing" by Florence Earle Coates. Published in The Minaret (May 1917).
Oh, rude blew the hindering gales,
But perfumes entrancing, the danger o'erpast,
Are wafted afar, from her sails!
The bearer of treasure more fragrant than myrrh—
More precious than jewels of Inde,
The stars in their courses keep watch over her,
The gods for her temper the wind.
She comes as a maid whom life's vision elates,
Out-spreading her draperies white;
She comes as a bride whom a lover awaits
With proud and impatient delight.
A queen, as she glides to the goal of her dreams
With movement majestic and slow,
So still is her beauty, half-conscious she seems,—
But the heart in her breast is aglow;
For she hears the far murmur of myriad things
That shall at her coming have birth.
O sails in the offing! ye are as the wings
Of angels that bring her to Earth!
Sunday, May 6, 2018
O BEAUTY! vision of forgotten gladness!"Brook Song: To the Spring" by Florence Earle Coates. Published in The Outlook (6 May 1899), Mine and Thine (1904) and Poems (1916) Volume I.
Fulfillment of a dream that ne'er betrays!
O miracle of hope, and balm of sadness!
Creative ecstasy and fount of praise!
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I lay upon the ground and gave no token,
I hid my face mid sodden leaves and sere,
My languid pulses chill, my spirit broken,—
I knew not, O divine one! you were near;
For snows and frosts of winter, new-departed,
Still held my will in thrall and weighed me down;
And I forgot—forlorn and heavy-hearted—
Your promise, goddess of the violet crown!
But soft as music in remembrance sighing,
You fanned me with your wooing breath, and I
Who shed no tears when lone I seemed and dying
Wept at your touch, and knew I should not die.
Now by my banks are tender blossoms blowing:
In fragrant loveliness they smile on me,—
But I must hasten to the river, knowing
The river will lead onward to the sea.
High over me the budding branches quiver
With songs that swell in happy harmony;
But sweeter is the murmur of the river,—
The river that leads onward to the sea!
Saturday, May 5, 2018
SHE will not hear you if you sing,"She will not hear" by Florence Earle Coates. Published in The Outlook (5 May 1915) and Poems (1916) Volume I.
Bluebird and whitethroat of the Spring!
Why did you stay away so long,
She wearying for your song?
She will not notice if you pass,
Sweet airs that woo the meadow grass!
Why could you not have spread, more fleet,
Soft carpet for her feet?
She will not see the crocus rise,
Nor smile into the violet's eyes;
Pale dogwood bloom from Winter snow
My darling will not know.
You come too late! too late, too late,
O longed-for Spring! She tried to wait,
Wistful your breathing joys to share.
Come now,—she will not care!
Friday, May 4, 2018
LIFE is like a beauteous flower,"Immortal" by Florence Earle Coates. Published in Lippincott's Monthly Magazine (October 1894), Poems (1898) and Poems (1916) Volume I.
Closing to the world at even,—
Closing for a dreamless hour,
To unfold, with dawn, on heaven.
Life is like a bird that nests
Close to earth, no shelter scorning,
Yet, upmounting from her breast,
Fills the skies with song at morning.
Thursday, May 3, 2018
WHEN wintry wells are water-filled,"Every Heart" by Florence Earle Coates. Published in Poems (1916) Volume I.
And killing Death itself is killed,
Then wingèd things begin to build;
And maids and men with happy birds do sing,
For every heart's a lover in the spring!
When brooklets ripple into song,
And strivings faint of life grow strong,
Then all things 'gin to dream and long;
And maids and men with wistful birds do sing,
For every heart's a poet in the spring!
Wednesday, May 2, 2018
AS the mother-bird to the waiting nest"Rhapsody" by Florence Earle Coates. Published in Poems (1898) and Poems (1916) Volume I.
As the regnant moon to the sea,
As joy to the heart that hath first been blest—
So is my love to me!
Sweet as the song of the lark that soars
From the net of the fowler free,
Sweet as the morning that song adores—
So is my love to me!
As the rose that blossoms in matchless grace
Where the canker may not be,
As the well that springs in a desert place—
So is my love to me!