Ada Cambridge

"On board the Petrel, in St
Lucia's bay,
Of yellow fever—aged twenty-nine
" "Who did you say, my lady

Good-bye
— 'tis like a churchyard bell — good-bye
Poor weeping eyes
Poor head, bowed down with woe

An old house, crumbling half away, all barnacled and lichen-grown,
Of saddest, mellowest, softest grey,—with a grand history of its own— Grand with the work and strife and tears of more than half a thousand years
Such delicate, tender, r...

Earth, outward tuning on her path in space This pensive southern face, Swathing its smile and shine In that soft veil that day and darkness twine,
The silver-threaded twilight thin and fine, With April dews impearled,
Looms like another ...

Bright eyes, sweet lips, with many fevers fill The young blood, running wildly, as it must;
But lips and eyes beget a strange distrust
Electric fingers send the sudden thrill Through senses unsubservient to the will;
The flames die ...

Numb, half asleep, and dazed with whirl of wheels,
And gasp of steam, and measured clank of chains,
I heard a blithe voice break a sudden pause,
Ringing familiarly through the lamp-lit night, "Wife, here's your Venice

And is the great cause lost beyond recall
Have all the hopes of ages come to naught
Is life no more with noble meaning fraught
Is life but death, and love its funeral pall