The Poetry Pages
Straight from the Heart (2)
My life is very lonely
My days pass heavily,
I'm weary of repining;
Wilt thou not come to me?
-- Anne Brontë. Appeal.
They told me she was still the same,
In form, and mind, and heart;
With freshly-dawning joy I came,
And now in grief depart.
-- Constance Naden. Changed.
- Love Is Not Love Which Alters...
- Constancy
- Farewell! But Whenever You Welcome The Hour
- You Never Can Tell
- Morning Prayer
- Platonic
- Give Me Leave To Rail At You
- There Is A Lady Sweet And Kind
- I Shall Not Go With Pain
- Let Us Go
- I Miss You On Your Birthday
- Devotion
- How Can The Heart Forget Her?
- Since First I Saw Your Face
- My Little Kingdom
- The Narrow Way
- Invocation
- Appeal
- Sympathy
- Disdain Me Not
- Change
- Unspoken
- Her Worst and Best
- Changed
