The Poems of Alice Meynell

I had not seen my son's dear face (He chose the cloister by God's grace) Since it had come to full flower-time. I hardly guessed at its perfect prime, That folded flower of his...

_This volume contains the whole of Mrs. Meynell's poetry: the early volume of "Preludes"; the "Poems," issued in 1893, of which nine impressions were printed before 1913, when i...

But those who slay Are fathers. Theirs are armies. Death is theirs-- The death of innocences and despairs; The dying of the golden and the grey. The sentence, when these speak i...

What Middle Ages passionate, O passionless voice! What distant bells Lodged in the hills, what palace state Illyrian! For it speaks, it tells, Without desire, without dismay, So...