If You Were Dead, by Florence Peacock
If you were dead, then all for me would die
That gives to life its happiness and pain,
The on...
Poems by Florence Peacock
An Unforgotten Country, by Florence Peacock
My friend, I may not see your face,
Nor watch each well-remembered grace,
But you will alway...
Tomorrow, by Florence Peacock
Ever hidden from our eyes,
Distant far tomorrow lies,
With its grey or golden skies.
To yout...
Sunset, by Florence Peacock
"The setting sun of old age ever gilds with rosy tints the days gone by." The setting sun of lif...
A Stony Way, by Florence Peacock
You are so far above me; yet I stand
And watch your upward way,
I know the path is stony that ...
A Snow Burial, by Florence Peacock
Dream not of spring-tide's blossoms,
They perished long ago,
And all dead summer's roses
Are...
Purple Clematis, by Florence Peacock
"The clematis shows that the summer is nearly over; then follows autumn, and after it comes wint...
Outside the Gate, by Florence Peacock
"For love is strong as death."--SOLOMON'S SONG, viii., 6. I dreamt last night that I was dead,...
On the Way to Avalon, by Florence Peacock
Yet it may be I shall sleep sound,
And nothing shall mar my rest.
Though I have no bed, like ...
Lost Atlantis, by Florence Peacock
Lost Atlantis sleeping lies
Far away 'mid sunny skies,
And the sea is ever blue;
Naught is o...
A Last Tryst, by Florence Peacock
A knight lies slain by the southern ford,
There is dew on his plume, but no blood on his sword...
A June Morning, by Florence Peacock
The boat went out with the ebb to sea,
That June-tide in the morning,
My bonny boys waved the...
If I Were Dead, by Florence Peacock
If I were dead, with tangled grass above me,
The darkness of the grave between us set,
I som...
Helen of Troy, by Florence Peacock
Long years ago he bore to a land beyond the sea,
To a city fair and stately, that renowned mus...
A Forgotten Face, by Florence Peacock
In my old age I see your face once more,
The flowers have bloomed above it fifty years,
And m...