authors: women

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    Poem: JOURNEY (1903)

    I never saw the hills so farAnd blue, the way the pictures are;And flowers, flowers growing thick,But not a one for me to pick!The land was running from the trainAll blurry through the window-pane;And then it all looked flat and still,When up there jumped a little hill!I saw the windows and the spires,And sparrows sitting on the wires;And fences running up and down;And then we cut straight through a town.I saw a Valley, like a cup;And ponds that twinkled, and dried up.I counted meadows that were burnt;And there were trees, and then there weren’t!We crossed the bridges with a roar,Then…

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    Poem: THE MAGIC (1903)

    You who saw through my disguise Though I came so poor,Let me bless your true two eyes And your open door.Yes, I am a wonder-child; Hark and tell it not.—With the journey and the cold I had half forgot.Take the charmèd seeds I lay In your open hand:Some would cast them all away, You will understand.Trust the bud to come to flower, Trust the flower for fruit.Listen in the winter-timeFor a cricket lute.Here are blessings all from me —Though they look like tears—For your blessed eyes that see And your heart that hears.I am higher than I seem, Fair as…