Poems by Alice Williams Brotherton

Poems by Alice Williams Brotherton

The Frost Myth, by Alice Williams Brotherton

Out of Frost and Fire sprang Ymir,
Type of Chaos, long ago;
Mighty Odin slew the giant,
As...

God Knows, by Alice Williams Brotherton

God knows, not I, the devious way
Wherein my faltering feet must tread
Before, into the ligh...

The Holy Communion, by Alice Williams Brotherton

Who is the blessed guest
Here present at the feast?
Is it not Christ the Lord,
Who comes, wi...

Holy Poverty, by Alice Williams Brotherton

O Poverty, the mother of all arts,
No dreamer of vain visions is the son
Nurtured by thee! On...

June Roses, by Alice Williams Brotherton

O roses, June roses! From yonder beds of bloom
Is wafted toward me your subtle faint perfume,
...

Magdalen, by Alice Williams Brotherton

"We commit to the ground the body of this our deceased sister." --BURIAL SERVICE "This our siste...

Malison, by Alice Williams Brotherton

THIRTEENTH CENTURY What doth make my lord so pale?
Why in his sleep doth he moan and wail?
Sur...

Midwinter, by Alice Williams Brotherton

The sad earth cowers beneath the snow
That wraps her like a shroud,
Around the house the bleak...

Moly, by Alice Williams Brotherton

Where is that healing plant the ancients fable?
Moly they named it; all the flower was white,
...

November, by Alice Williams Brotherton

Is this the world that was so young
And fresh and fair but yesterday?
To his fond mate a rounde...

Passing, by Alice Williams Brotherton

"What ship is this comes sailing
Across the harbor bar,
So strange yet half familiar,
With t...

Prelude, by Alice Williams Brotherton

What is your art, O poet?
Only to catch and to hold
In a poor, frail word-mould
A little of ...

The Saga of the Quern-Stones, by Alice Williams Brotherton

King Frodë from Sweden
Two giant maidens brought:
With many a shining gulden
From King F...

September, by Alice Williams Brotherton

Lush juices of ripe fruits; splashed color flung
From Frost's first palette--purple, gold and r...

Shakespeare, by Alice Williams Brotherton

Working as erst by law, not miracle,
By genius God doth lift a common soul
To some still sp...