“UNDER DUSKY LAUREL LEAF”

Under dusky laurel leaf,

Scarlet leaf of rose,

I lie prone, who have known

All a woman knows—

Love and grief and motherhood,

Fame and mirth and scorn;

These are all shall befall

Any woman born.

Jewel-laden are my hands,

Tall my stone above;

Do not weep that I sleep

Who was wise in love;

Where I walk a shadow gray

Through gray asphodel,

I am glad, who have had

All that Life could tell.

Margaret Widdemer

INDEXES

INDEX OF FIRST LINES

Across the shimmering meadows, [34]
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze, [84]
Against the planks of the cabin side, [73]
Ah, Love, I cannot die, I cannot go, [77]
All the ghosts I ever knew, [102]
Along her tranquil way she went, [116]
And if I came not again, [54]
And ye sall walk in silk attire, [92]
As a little child I come, [40]
As the mother bird to the waiting nest, [24]
At Loschwitz above the city, [2]
Be not angry with me that I bear, [27]
Before I trust my fate to thee, [47]
Belovèd, my belovèd, when I think, [26]
Bury me deep when I am dead, [113]
Carnations and my first love! and he was seventeen, [97]
Come back to me, who wait and watch for you, [69]
Could ye come back to me, Douglas, Douglas, [114]
Cover mine eyes, O my Love!, [35]
Dear Love, it was so hard to say, [83]
Even for you I shall not weep, [107]
Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand, [64]
Good-bye!—no, do not grieve that it is over, [66]
Grandmither, think not I forget, when I come back to town, [108]
He was straight and strong, and his eyes were blue, [118]
He whistled soft whistlings I knew were for me, [14]
Hill people turn to their hills, [23]
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways, [43]
I am the Other—I who come, [86]
I am the wind that wavers, [80]
I came into your room and spoke, [58]
I cannot always feel his greatness, [37]
I have always hated the rain, [29]
I have seen the proudest stars, [3]
I have wandered to a spring in the forest green and dim, [5]
I knew his house by the poplar trees, [120]
I leaned out my window, I smelt the white clover, [31]
I love my life, but not too well, [59]
I love thee, dear, and knowing mine own heart, [51]
I must not think of thee; and, tired yet strong, [65]
I must not yield ... but if he would not sing!, [63]
I read the pain and pathos of your eyes, [117]
I sat among the green leaves, and heard the nuts falling, [13]
I say it to comfort me over and over, [72]
I’ve learned to say it carelessly, [30]
I went out to the farthest meadow, [8]
I went to dig a grave for Love, [67]
I will arise and go hence to the west, [10]
I will not give thee all my heart, [56]
If I could only serve him, [81]
If thou must love me, let it be for nought, [41]
It is so long gone by, and yet, [99]
Less than the dust, beneath thy Chariot wheel, [119]
Let us forget we loved each other much, [76]
Love came back at fall o’ dew, [90]
Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike, [70]
Love me at last, or if you will not, [6]
Many in aftertimes will say of you, [78]
My Dear was a mason, [36]
My debt to you, Belovèd, [46]
My heart is like a singing bird, [17]
My life closed twice before its close, [53]
Never the nightingale, [100]
Now evening comes. Now stirs my discontent, [68]
O my Lover, blind me, [42]
O strong sun of heaven, harm not my love, [21]
Of all the souls that stand create, [19]
Oh, have you not a message, you who come over the sea?, [85]
Oh! I know why the alder trees, [39]
Oh, maybe it was yesterday, or fifty years ago!, [94]
Oh, the burden, the burden of love ungiven, [12]
Oh, when I saw your eyes, [18]
Out of the window the trees in the Square, [7]
Pines, and a blur of lithe young grasses, [91]
Rain, rain,—fall, fall, [33]
So beautiful you are, indeed, [20]
Somewhere or other there must surely be, [1]
Step lightly across the floor, [111]
Such special sweetness was about, [52]
The flame is spent, I can no more, [121]
The hills far-off were blue, blue, [15]
The love of my life came not, [103]
There is a strong wall about me to protect me, [22]
There is no one beside thee, and no one above thee, [62]
There was a garden planned in Spring’s young days, [11]
To-day I went among the mountain folk, [101]
Under dusky laurel leaf, [122]
Walk into the world, [60]
What good is there, ah me, what good in Love?, [75]
When I am dead, my dearest, [112]
When I go away from you, [44]
When on the marge of evening the last blue light is broken, [25]
When the sheep are in the fauld, when the kye’s come hame, [104]
When we shall be dust in the churchyard, [79]
Whose doorway was it, in the sordid street, [88]
Why didst thou come into my life so late?, [96]
Yet for one rounded moment I will be, [61]
You ask me what—since we must part, [57]
You need not say one word to me, as up the hill we go, [49]
You say there is no love, my love, [45]