"Wash me, and dry these bitter tears, O let my heart no further roam, ’Tis Thine by vows, and hopes, and fears. Long since—O call Thy wanderer home; To that dear home, safe in Thy wounded side, Where only broken hearts their sin and shame may hide."
Tag: Poet
Poetry: Keble – Ash Wednesday
“Yes—deep within and deeper yet The rankling shaft of conscience hide,Quick let the swelling eye forget The tears that in the heart abide.Calm be the voice, the aspect bold, No shuddering pass o’er lip or brow,For why should Innocence be told The pangs that guilty spirits bow? “The loving eye that watches thine Close as …
Poetry: Hamilton – Song for a Fifth Child
Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth,Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,Hang out the washing and butter the bread,Sew on a button and make up a bed.Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking. Oh, I’ve grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).Dishes are waiting …
Poetry: Stevenson – Block City
Yet as I saw it, I see it again, The kirk and the palace, the ships and the men, And as long as I live and where'er I may be, I'll always remember my town by the sea.
Poetry: Frost – A Dust of Snow
The way a crowShook down on meThe dust of snowFrom a hemlock tree Has given my heartA change of moodAnd saved some partOf a day I had rued. I've mentioned before in previous posts that I have a particular love of short poetry. This piece is no different. I think I first read Frost's poem …
Madelyn Rose Craig 