Poems by Alice Williams Brotherton

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The golden apples dance on the bough,
Yellow and mellow; a rosy flush
On the side o' the sun, ...

See where yon star falls headlong, flashing
Across the purple twilight air!--
An Angel bears t...

What were the gifts of a thousand lovers
To that one perfect song of thine,
Whose liquid caden...

There was dancing and revelry and feasting,
On yonder night in stately Haddon Hall,
For the g...

The dandelion disks of gold
Like mimic suns the greensward dot,
In woods beyond the meadow-lot...

I placed a scarlet campion flower
In the wreathed tresses of my head.
"No damosel in hall or bo...