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[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] The Country Calls Me. The country calls me, Not the town, Where all day long The people throng And myriad feet Impatient beat An endless pattern on the street. They come, they go, How can one … [Read more...] about The Country Calls Me [poem by Agnes L. Storrie]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] To a Piccolo. You may hear, when, with sharp silver shuttles of light, The moonbeams are weaving a web in the night To tangle the tresses of mermaidens sleeping, A sudden, soft voice through the warm … [Read more...] about To a Piccolo [poem by Agnes L. Storrie]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] On the Landing. It was such a trifle, how could he guess Such issues were in it? A moment, or less, He loitered to chat with Mackenzie and Hall, And time passes quickly, you know, at a ball. She had … [Read more...] about On the Landing [poem by Agnes L. Storrie]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] A Song. There’s a ripple on the sapphire seas far in the dreaming west Where the palpitating sun-heart has so lately burned and pressed, And the silver-winged wind-maidens, they are talking in their … [Read more...] about A Song [poem by Agnes L. Storrie]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] Emancipation. At last I free my spirit from your sweetness And purge my heart of your so potent spell, No cobweb fancies linger, with completeness I’ve conquered all the arts your eyes compel. No … [Read more...] about Emancipation [poem by Agnes L. Storrie]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] A Trois Temps. HE — When, lightly leaning on my arm, you glide, Your feet motived to music, and the spell Of these harmonious cadences across Us woven, threadlike, lacing you to me, My human needs … [Read more...] about A Trois Temps [poem by Agnes L. Storrie]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] A Query. I sowed the desert with my tears, Some hidden good was in it, For at my feet a garden sprang, Full-blossomed in a minute. The great magnolia’s creamy cups Poured forth their passion … [Read more...] about A Query [poem by Agnes L. Storrie]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] A Toast. I have pledged thee, O ! exquisite maiden ! In beakers brimmed high with delight, I have named thee when voices, love-laden, Rang sweet through a passionate night; And when incense from … [Read more...] about A Toast [poem by Agnes L. Storrie]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] God Knows Why. God knows why He planted cruel thorns about The fragrance of the rose. So ask me not; my own sad doubt Doubts only not God knows. God knows why He sowed His rarest jewels … [Read more...] about God Knows Why [poem by Agnes L. Storrie]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] Paths of Peace. I know the ways are just as sweet With quaker-grass and clover, I know the turf beneath my feet Is velvet, daisied over. The She-oaks murmur overhead, The sweet bush scents assail … [Read more...] about Paths of Peace [poem by Agnes L. Storrie]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] In a Railway Carriage. The hills dance in a circle, The wide plain swiftly turns, Fences flit by, the wheeling sky A new rotation learns. Dim roadways, dust-enshrouded, Like pallid ribands … [Read more...] about In a Railway Carriage [poem by Agnes L. Storrie]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] An Opal. I have a magic flower that knoweth not to fade, Rosily it blossoms through the winter undismayed, Each fairy petal keeps its satin sheen, And garners sunshine where no sun has been. The … [Read more...] about An Opal [poem by Agnes L. Storrie]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] Live Close to Nature. Live close to Nature, lean thou on her breast, She hath repayment, she hath help and rest. Thy day so poor, so meagre planned by fate, Take it to her and she will … [Read more...] about Live Close to Nature [poem by Agnes L. Storrie]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] To a Mandolin. Oh! foolish little twittering mandolin Thrilling with emotions just as thin And flimsy as the ribbons, pink and blue, And amber-tinted, that envelop you. Oh ! mimic passion, striking … [Read more...] about To a Mandolin [poem by Agnes L. Storrie]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] The Opal in her hair. ’Tis a witch-light that allures me, ’Tis a star that beckons still, That deludes, then reassures rue, Sways me at its wanton will. ’Tis the pure white light of … [Read more...] about The Opal in her hair [poem by Agnes L. Storrie]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] Miss Lintlocks. Miss Lintlocks sits where the morning sun Has woven a golden mesh, And the airs that pass across the grass Are tender, and sweet, and fresh. Miss Lintlocks sings in a crooning … [Read more...] about Miss Lintlocks [poem by Agnes L. Storrie]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] Dorothy Dancing. As the spirit of sound may dwell in a chord, And the spirit of thought be embalmed in a word, And the spirit of colour inhabit a rose, And the spirit of scent in its heart … [Read more...] about Dorothy Dancing [poem by Agnes L. Storrie]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] Love is Best. “You ask me for my love,” she said; “your voice is full of passion, You woo me as a man should woo, in bold and earnest fashion. Not all the vows that I have heard of love and deep … [Read more...] about Love is Best [poem by Agnes L. Storrie]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] Two Pathways. There is always a possible pathway, Until our hair turns gray, By which the dreams of our golden youth May really come some day, And there’s always room for a fairy foot To flutter … [Read more...] about Two Pathways [poem by Agnes L. Storrie]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] Twenty Gallons of Sleep. Measure me out from the fathomless tun That somewhere or other you keep In your vasty cellars, Oh! wealthy one, Twenty gallons of sleep. Twenty gallons of balmy … [Read more...] about Twenty Gallons of Sleep [poem by Agnes L. Storrie]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] A Poppy. Poppy! delicate and fine, Is it really true that you Are no better than a cheat Set among the golden wheat ? That for all your lovely red You will never make us bread, That though with an … [Read more...] about A Poppy [poem by Agnes L. Storrie]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.] Dumb Mouths. Think ye, that if the living crystal tide That leaps against the shore could only guess By what foul sewers it shall be mortified, How filled with death, and every loathsomeness, And … [Read more...] about Dumb Mouths [poem by Agnes L. Storrie]