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Susan Coolidge
Susan Coolidge was born Sarah Chauncey Woolsey in 1835 in Cleveland, Ohio. She worked as a nurse during the American Civil War, after which she began to write. She lived with her parents in their house in Rhode Island until she died.
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Verses - Susan Coolidge
Susan Coolidge
Verses
Published by Good Press, 2019
goodpress@okpublishing.info
EAN 4057664621085
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PRELUDE.
VERSES.
COMMISSIONED.
THE CRADLE TOMB IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY.
OF SUCH AS I HAVE.
A PORTRAIT.
WHEN?
ON THE SHORE.
AMONG THE LILIES.
NOVEMBER.
EMBALMED.
GINEVRA DEGLI AMIERI.
EASTER LILIES.
EBB-TIDE.
FLOOD-TIDE.
A YEAR.
TOKENS.
HER GOING.
A LONELY MOMENT.
COMMUNION.
A FAREWELL.
EBB AND FLOW.
ANGELUS.
THE MORNING COMES BEFORE THE SUN.
LABORARE EST ORARE.
EIGHTEEN.
OUTWARD BOUND,
FROM EAST TO WEST.
UNA.
TWO WAYS TO LOVE.
II.
AFTER-GLOW.
HOPE AND I.
LEFT BEHIND.
SAVOIR C'EST PARDONNER.
MORNING.
A BLIND SINGER.
MARY.
WHEN LOVE WENT.
OVERSHADOWED.
TIME TO GO.
GULF-STREAM.
MY WHITE CHRYSANTHEMUM.
TILL THE DAY DAWN.
MY BIRTHDAY.
BY THE CRADLE.
A THUNDER STORM.
THROUGH THE DOOR.
READJUSTMENT.
AT THE GATE
A HOME.
THE LEGEND OF KINTU.
EASTER.
BIND-WEED.
APRIL.
MAY.
SECRETS.
HOW THE LEAVES CAME DOWN.
BARCAROLES.
II.
III.
MY RIGHTS.
SOLSTICE.
II.
IN THE MIST.
WITHIN.
MENACE.
HE THAT BELIEVETH SHALL NOT MAKE HASTE.
MY LITTLE GHOST.
CHRISTMAS.
BENEDICAM DOMINO.
PRELUDE.
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Poems are heavenly things,
And only souls with wings
May reach them where they grow,
May pluck and bear below,
Feeding the nations thus
With food all glorious.
Verses are not of these;
They bloom on earthly trees,
Poised on a low-hung stem,
And those may gather them
Who cannot fly to where
The heavenly gardens are.
So I by devious ways
Have pulled some easy sprays
From the down-dropping bough
Which all may reach, and now
I knot them, bud and leaf,
Into a rhymed sheaf.
Not mine the pinion strong
To win the nobler song;
I only cull and bring
A hedge-row offering
Of berry, flower, and brake,
If haply some may take.
VERSES.
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COMMISSIONED.
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Do their errands; enter into the sacrifice with them; be a link yourself in the divine chain, and feel the joy and life of it.
—ADELINE D. T. WHITNEY
What can I do for thee, Beloved,
Whose feet so little while ago
Trod the same way-side dust with mine,
And now up paths I do not know
Speed, without sound or sign?
What can I do? The perfect life
All fresh and fair and beautiful
Has opened its wide arms to thee;
Thy cup is over-brimmed and full;
Nothing remains for me.
I used to do so many things—
Love thee and chide thee and caress;
Brush little straws from off thy way,
Tempering with my poor tenderness
The heat of thy short day.
Not much, but very sweet to give;
And it is grief of griefs to bear
That all these ministries are o'er,
And thou, so happy, Love, elsewhere,
Never can need me more:—
And I can do for thee but this
(Working on blindly, knowing not
If I may give thee pleasure so):
Out of my own dull, burdened lot
I can arise, and go
To sadder lives and darker homes,
A messenger, dear heart, from thee
Who wast on earth a comforter,
And say to those who welcome me,
I am sent forth by her.
Feeling the while how good it is
To do thy errands thus, and think
It may be, in the blue, far space,
Thou watchest from the heaven's brink—
A smile upon my face.
And when the day's work ends with day,
And star-eyed evening, stealing in,
Waves a cool hand to flying noon,
And restless, surging thoughts begin,
Like sad bells out of tune,
I'll pray: "Dear Lord, to whose great love
Nor bound nor limit line is set,
Give to my darling, I implore,
Some new sweet joy not tasted yet,
For I can give no more."
And with the words my thoughts shall climb
With following feet the heavenly stair
Up which thy steps so lately sped,
And, seeing thee so happy there,
Come back half comforted.
THE CRADLE TOMB IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY.
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A little, rudely sculptured bed,
With shadowing folds of marble lace,
And quilt of marble, primly spread
And folded round a baby's face.
Smoothly the mimic coverlet,
With royal blazonries bedight,
Hangs, as by tender fingers set
And straightened for the last good-night.
And traced upon the pillowing stone
A dent is seen, as if to bless
The quiet sleep some grieving one
Had leaned, and left a soft impress.
It seems no more than yesterday
Since the sad mother down the stair
And down the long aisle stole away,
And left her darling sleeping there.
But dust upon the cradle lies,
And those who prized the baby so,
And laid her down to rest with sighs,
Were turned to dust long years ago.
Above the peaceful pillowed head
Three centuries brood, and strangers peep
And wonder at the carven bed—
But not unwept the baby's sleep,
For wistful mother-eyes are blurred
With sudden mists, as lingerers stay,
And the old dusts are roused and stirred
By the warm tear-drops of to-day.
Soft, furtive hands caress the stone,
And hearts, o'erleaping place and age,
Melt into memories, and own
A thrill of common parentage.
Men die, but sorrow never dies;
The crowding years divide in vain,
And the wide world is knit with ties
Of common brotherhood in pain;
Of common share in grief and loss,
And heritage in the immortal bloom
Of Love, which, flowering round its cross,
Made beautiful a baby's tomb.
OF SUCH AS I HAVE.
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Love me for what I am, Love. Not for sake
Of some imagined thing which I might be,
Some brightness or