Poems (Agnes L. Storrie 1909)

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] Silence. Oh ! silence, thou unvisioned harp, whose strings Beneath the touch of every sound vibrate, Thou shoreless ocean, where like sea-birds’ wings That, fitful, skim the surface of a … [Read more...] about Silence [poem by Agnes L. Storrie]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] A Solved Problem. We wove our hearts together with a string Of flowers, and wondered that so slight a thing Had power to bind, but when the flowers were dead, The lovely hues on leaf and petal … [Read more...] about A Solved Problem [poem by Agnes L. Storrie]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] Childish Intuition. I heard one tell of travels far and wide Of thrilling dangers, with a mounting pride Of bold remembered feats, of deserts drear Crossed by the hardy steps of pioneer Of buzzing … [Read more...] about Childish Intuition [poem by Agnes L. Storrie]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] Old Age. I will not weep because my day has waned And brought the twilight, though the long long years That lie beyond, and are so deeply veined With light and shadow and the dew of tears Tug at my … [Read more...] about Old Age [poem by Agnes L. Storrie]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] To My Friend. When from the turmoil of the busy mart I chanced to turn and cross your open door My spirit, weary of the load it bore, All uninvited, slipped into your heart And found its home. No … [Read more...] about To My Friend [poem by Agnes L. Storrie]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] Calm in Storm. There came a sudden storm upon the sea, And lashing rains whipped white across the spray That tossed about our oars, and, dim and gray The clouds leaned down to thunder angrily. Then … [Read more...] about Calm in Storm [poem by Agnes L. Storrie]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] Misapprehension. The air was ripening in a mellow haze, And summer filled the blue cup of the sky With magic wine, and all the woodland ways Were rich with blossom, and my heart and I Were glad … [Read more...] about Misapprehension [poem by Agnes L. Storrie]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] Evening Primroses. My little hill looks westward to the sea, I know not how it fareth through the day, But when the hours, like tired children lay Their golden heads against the shadowy knee Of … [Read more...] about Evening Primroses [poem by Agnes L. Storrie]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] Slow Falling Rain at Night. Who is it weeping? I could think I hear The gathered grief of all the world expressed In this slow rain, and every single tear That ever fell from human eye invest The … [Read more...] about Slow Falling Rain at Night [poem by Agnes L. Storrie]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] A Missing Ship. When thou didst slip thy cable, and with pride Of windfilled canvas curtsy to the shore A white farewell, our reason half denied The miracle thou wast, for custom more, And more doth … [Read more...] about A Missing Ship [poem by Agnes L. Storrie]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] A Sprig of Mint. A sprig of mint, an herb of lowly sort For homely usages designed, and yet When I have pressed a leaf, in idle sport Between my fingers, straight I am beset By haunting childish … [Read more...] about A Sprig of Mint [poem by Agnes L. Storrie]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] The Spirit of Poetry. O strange and subtle soul of Poetry Of what ethereal essence art thou made? Where garnered? Where distilled? In some quaint glade Ahaunt with elfin eyes art wont to be? Or, … [Read more...] about The Spirit of Poetry [poem by Agnes L. Storrie]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] The Quiet Lake of Sleep. When dusky shadows have usurped the air And Memory, with her wide and sombre eyes Haunts every nook — I silently arise And steal away by dreamy paths to where Like holy … [Read more...] about The Quiet Lake of Sleep [poem by Agnes L. Storrie]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] To My Friend. Why did you leave your door ajar that day That any wandering foot might enter there? That any thief and robber who might dare To pass could steal what most you prized away? Why did you … [Read more...] about To My Friend [poem by Agnes L. Storrie]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] Sursum Corda. There came one softly to me in the night And said “Why hast thou left me long alone? In all thy lovely meadows is there sown One immortelle? Hast marked in eagles’ flight One wing that … [Read more...] about Sursum Corda [poem by Agnes L. Storrie]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] A Hot Wind Day in Spring. Oh what a cruel and outrageous thing That in the midst of silken airs like these, When, to the wooing of a honied breeze The delicate wistaria blossoms swing Their drooping … [Read more...] about A Hot Wind Day in Spring [poem by Agnes L. Storrie]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] Sydney Harbour. To love thee, and to leave thee ! Joy and pain True balanced, for thy regal beauty lies Not throned a day-queen in my passing eyes, But bedded in my heart. A golden lane Of memory … [Read more...] about Sydney Harbour [poem by Agnes L. Storrie]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] Sydney Harbour. Who has not seen thee lacks so fair a thing That I am fain to pity him, although So like a comrade doth thy beauty grow Into my life, that leaving thee must bring A real grief. Thy … [Read more...] about Sydney Harbour [poem by Agnes L. Storrie]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] Futility. I have some thoughts like birds that hover near me, And flutter wings, impatient for a flight, Yet is the limit of my mind, I fear me, Too small to let them mount and fly aright. Oh! … [Read more...] about Futility [poem by Agnes L. Storrie]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] Hidden Deeps. Every man in the deep of his heart Knows of a secret sin, That taps at the door of his meanest self, And seeketh a home therein. That lingers about with a luring smile, And, oust it … [Read more...] about Hidden Deeps [poem by Agnes L. Storrie]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] Deduction. Systems and theories fade, Others are slowly made, Life springs, and is destroyed, Riot reigns in the void, Yet under, without flaw, Lieth the Law. Types merge. A paradox All rule … [Read more...] about Deduction [poem by Agnes L. Storrie]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] In Some Deep Wood. Oh! if I only could, Lie, self-effaced in some deep wood, My breast against the moss, and feel The great world underneath me wheel In silence, while high overhead Oceans of azure … [Read more...] about In Some Deep Wood [poem by Agnes L. Storrie]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] A Newborn Infant. Hush! draw thy breath slowly, This moment is holy, Touched with a splendour beyond human ken; For through this small portal A spirit immortal Pure and untainted descends among … [Read more...] about A Newborn Infant [poem by Agnes L. Storrie]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] Love’s Illusions. I know a creek, a little creek Hid in a hill’s embraces, Where they who still for Beauty seek May find her lingering traces. The willows, with long tresses bent, Shadow the water … [Read more...] about Love’s Illusions [poem by Agnes L. Storrie]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] The Thoroughfare of Souls. The wind that cleaves an open road Through endless plains of air; This is the thoroughfare of souls, This is their viewless stair. No footfalls echo as they pass, Oh! … [Read more...] about The Thoroughfare of Souls [poem by Agnes L. Storrie]