[Editor: This poem by Agnes Neale was published in Shadows and Sunbeams (1890).] Fame and Women. Could ever fame be all to me, Or fill my soul with joy and peace? Its laurels satisfy my heart, Or bid its restless longing cease? Perhaps it might if I could find For every loving thought a grave; […]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes Neale was published in Shadows and Sunbeams (1890).] What Have You Done? Roses, what have you done to-day, While the golden hours were floating past? You are beautiful, crimson and creamy and white, But your satin sweetness is fading fast. “Weary and sad a maiden lay, Longing for something fair […]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes Neale was published in Shadows and Sunbeams (1890).] In the Long Ago. Once, in the blissful long ago, What happened? Would you like to know? Ah! yes, I know you would, quite well, And yet — and yet I may not tell. ’Twas in the long ago, I say, And […]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes Neale was published in Shadows and Sunbeams (1890).] The Ecstasy of Living. Oh, the ecstasy of living! Oh, the joy of drawing breath! There is no such thing as dying, There is no such word as death. All the world is glad with beauty, All the skies are fair and […]