Later Poems

Transcribed from the 1902 John Lane, The Bodley Head edition by David Price, email ccx074@pglaf.org
By Alice Meynell Author of “Poems”
London and New York John Lane, The Bodley Head 1902
Copyright , 1901 By John Lane All rights reserved
university press—john wilson and son—cambridge, u. s. a.
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The Shepherdess “I am the Way” Via, et Veritas, et Vita Why wilt Thou Chide? The Lady Poverty The Fold Cradle-song at Twilight The Roaring Frost Parentage The Modern Mother West Wind in Winter November Blue Chimes Unto us a Son is given A Dead Harvest
The Two Poets A Poet’s Wife Veneration of Images At Night
She walks—the lady of my delight— A shepherdess of sheep. Her flocks are thoughts. She keeps them white; She guards them from the steep. She feeds them on the fragrant height, And folds them in for sleep.
She roams maternal hills and bright, Dark valleys safe and deep. Into that tender breast at night The chastest stars may peep. She walks—the lady of my delight— A shepherdess of sheep.