Poems by Teresa Hooley

Softly through the little wood
Came the Queen of Heaven;
Paused, and stood.
Bluebells deep a...

So love between us is over?--But the mountains and sea remain,
The blue of the world at twiligh...

To-day is January still,
Yet, fugitive and half-divined,
There comes a scent of daffodil
An...

Orion is setting, setting into the west,
Luminous, low;
His tilted torches sink to their go...

The swallows wheel about the sky,
Trying their wings for overseas;
The thistledown goes float...

A flash of silver wings in the sun,
And I see, with divine surprise,
Here in the Midlands qu...

A fleck of foam on the shining sand,
Left by the ebbing sea,
But richer than man may understa...

There's beauty in the sand dunes--
Colour and shifting line,
With little things of wonder,
E...

Soft as a shower that April brings
The rain fell on the growing wheat,
And joy was in the plov...

It rains to-day.
You always loved the rain--
Glitter of dripping hedge-twigs in the lane,
Wet...

"Fierce fighting in a wood"--so read
The city placards. Suddenly,
From out dim æ ons of ...

The mist lay on the river as I roamed the water's edge,
And a little wind of twilight murmured ...

In that fair land where dead and unborn meet,
Beyond the shadowy bars of time and space,
With...

Down blossoming ways, upon the happy star
Where all young things of all Creation are--
Small w...

Mary Mother leaned from heaven,
Gazed upon my little wood,
Where the trees stood up to praise...