Category Archives: Zora Bernice May Cross

Poem – Love Sonnet XIII

My true mind makes as many loves of you As my full heart contentedly can hold. And when the one grows dull, the other cold, Yet comes another swifter in to woo. I could not rue such changing retinue Nor … Continue reading

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Poem – Love Sonnet XXXV

I cannot find a fault in you; and yet I think you are not perfect many ways. I have seen lips more meet for maiden praise And eyes less shadowed with a grey regret. But pure perfection of your love … Continue reading

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Poem – Love Sonnet LIV

What have you more than I, who crave you so? Have I not hands and feet and thoughts to tell? All my sweet senses and fine dreams that swell Rich with contentments that the star-winds blow? Yet do I need … Continue reading

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Poem – Love Sonnet X

And then came Science with her torch red-lit And cosmic marvels round her glowing head— The primal cell, the worm, the quadruped— Striving to make each to the other fit. Tongue-trumpeting her own unchallenged wit, She offered me the woof … Continue reading

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Poem – Love Sonnet XV

Love, you have brought to me my perfect soul, More sweet than earthly things, more precious rare, Hiding its fragrance in my loosened hair And folding up my body like a scroll. O, lie with me all night, and let … Continue reading

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Poem – Fortune

Dame Fortune’s jade with a fanciful horn Of silver ambitions she warns of the flame; With pearls for the princes and tears night and morn For poor little poets who fluttered for fame, Who smile when she sings as she … Continue reading

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Poem – Memory 

Late, late last night, when the whole world slept, Along to the garden of dreams I crept. And I pulled the bell of an old, old house Where the moon dipped down like a little white mouse. I tapped the … Continue reading

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