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Poem by Menella Bute Smedley


Not by thy side, but in thy heart
'Tis mine to dwell;
We scorn to utter when we part
That feeble word, Farewell.
Lift up thy weeping eyes, and be
Worthy the throne I keep for thee.
Like some deep well where at noonday
The stars yet shine;
My soul seeks darkness that it may
Hold all the light of thine;
And thou, my trembling star, must be,
Pure as the shrine I make for thee.
Upon my love thy soul may rest
As still and safe,
As wild-flowers in a rocky nest
Where billows vainly chafe.
Alas, poor flower! thou canst not be
Strong as the rock which shelters thee! 

Menella Bute Smedley

Menella Bute Smedley's other poems:
  1. What Hearest Thou?
  2. To a Little Girl
  3. One and Another
  4. Grizzel Hume
  5. A Contrast

Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • William Yeats Parting ("Dear, I must be gone")
  • Charlotte Bront Parting ("THERE'S no use in weeping")
  • Arthur Clough Parting ("O tell me, friends, while yet we part")
  • Ella Wilcox Parting ("Lean down, and kiss me, O my love, my own;")

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