The Poetry Pages
Ghosts of Pain (3)
Oh, there are woes too bitter to be shown!
Oh, there are tears too burning to be seen!
Yet purest sympathy, select and clean,
May feel the agony its very own.
-- Louisa Sarah Guggenberger Bevington. One More Bruised Heart!
Weeping strangled my voice. I call'd out, but none answer'd;
Blindly the windows gazed back at me, dumbly the door;
See whom I love, who loved me, look'd not on my yearning,
Gave me no more her hands to kiss, show'd me no more her soul.
-- Wilfrid Scawen Blunt. The Desolate City.
- The Dead Man Walking
- Goddess Diane
- I Approach and I Withdraw
- I Thought You Had Forgotten...
- Sweet William's Ghost
- When I Am Dead
- A Feaver
- Forbidding Mourning
- Soul's Joy
- Ae Fond Kiss Before We Part
- Walk Away Renée
- The Pain of Parting
- More Pain Cannot Be Wrung...
- Ask Not The Cause
- Some Vex Their Souls
- The Light Of Other Days
- One More Bruised Heart!
- The Haunted Palace
- The Desolate City