Poems by Carmen Sylva

Poems by Carmen Sylva

Out of the Deep, by Carmen Sylva

Thy soul grows silent, when its accents are
Disturbed, and low thy heart, when dark a burden
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"Vengeance is Mine," Saith the Lord, by Carmen Sylva

Thou wouldst not be avenged if thou hadst but
Insight enough into the human heart,
Into its fr...

Under the Snow, by Carmen Sylva

If green the corn and burning the volcano,
Though snowclad, buried under rocks of ice,
Why s...

To the Memory of Queen Victoria, by Carmen Sylva

These ever wakeful eyes are closed. They saw
Such grief, that they could see no more. The heart...

The Stone-Cutter, by Carmen Sylva

We hammer, hammer, hammer on and on,
Day-out, day-in, throughout the year,
In blazing hea...

The Sower, by Carmen Sylva

Beneath the mild sun vanish the vapor's last wet traces,
And for the autumn sowing the mellow s...

The Shadow, by Carmen Sylva

The shadow of your threshold is so full
Of meaning, that the stranger knows what home
Is yours...

The Sentinel, by Carmen Sylva

Each flower is a sentinel of God,
And ev'ry tree and ev'ry grassblade. Not
An unseen little st...

The Scissors-Grinder's Song, by Carmen Sylva

Fetch on your scissors, your slender blade--
To make them brilliant and sharp's my trade;
To ...

Sadness, by Carmen Sylva

Thy sadness is a leaden shroud, a rock
Of Sisyphus, which thou must upward roll
By night and ...

A Room, by Carmen Sylva

Whitewashed or panelled, filled with books, with light,
With flowers, with trifles sacred to...

The Carpenter's Song, by Carmen Sylva

My lot grew lighter day by day;
The children grew apace;
I built a little house last May--
N...

Mosaic, by Carmen Sylva

The island city sleeps. The twilight rideth
Gold-shod above San Marco's treasure-plunder;
As i...

Lethe, by Carmen Sylva

When dark thy childhood, tears and grief have filled
Thy swelling heart, that understood too m...

In the Rushing Wind, by Carmen Sylva

The wind hath whirled the leaves from off the tree.
The leaves were yellow, they had lived thei...