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Alfred H. Miles, ed. Women Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.

By A Summer Night and Other Poems (1891). I. A Summer Night

Graham R. Thomson (Rosamund Marriott Watson) (1860–1911)

  • ‘Le vent qui vient ô travers la montagne
  • Me rendra fou.’

  • THE LINDEN leaves are wet,

    The gas-lights flare—

    Deep yellow jewels set

    In dusky air,

    In dim air subtly sweet

    With vanished rain.

    Hush!—from the distant street

    Again—again—

    Life’s music swells and falls,

    Despairing—light—

    Beyond my garden walls

    This summer night.

    Where do you call me, where?

    O voice that cries!

    O murky evening air,

    What Paradise,

    Unsought, unfound, unknown

    Inviteth me,

    With faint night-odours blown?

    With murmurous plea?

    Future art thou, or Past?

    Hope, or Regret?

    My heart throbs thick and fast,

    Mine eyes are wet,

    For well and well I know

    Thou hast no share,

    Nor hence, nor long ago,

    Nor anywhere.