Book contents
- Frontmatter
- Dedication
- Contents
- Acknowledgements
- Permissions
- Introduction: ‘Slow Tide on Tide of History’: Poetry by Women in Ireland, 1870–1970
- A Note on the Texts
- Elizabeth Varian (1821–1851–1896)
- Emily Hickey (1845–1881–1924)
- A Rose
- Restitution
- A Gift
- To a Master in Paradise
- Why, If All Poets Crown Their Loves With Verse
- In a Swiss Wood
- To the Czar Nicholas II
- A Choice
- Ox-Eyed Daisies
- Aftermath
- Katharine Tynan (1858–1885–1931)
- Dora Sigerson Shorter (1866–1893–1918)
- Eva Gore-Booth (1870–1898–1926)
- Emily Lawless (1845–1902–1913)
- Susan L. Mitchell (1866–1906–1926)
- Alice Milligan (1866–1908–1953)
- Winifred M. Letts (1881–1913–1972)
- Eileen Shanahan (1901–[1921]–1979)
- Mary Devenport O'Neill (1879–1929–1967)
- Blanaid Salkeld (1880–1933–1959)
- Sheila Wingfield (1906–1938–1992)
- Freda Laughton (1907–1945–?)
- Rhoda Coghill 1903–1948–2000
- Appendix 1: Irish Women Poets 1870–1970
- Appendix 2: Chronology
- Select Bibliography
- Index of Titles and First Lines
Why, If All Poets Crown Their Loves With Verse
from Emily Hickey (1845–1881–1924)
- Frontmatter
- Dedication
- Contents
- Acknowledgements
- Permissions
- Introduction: ‘Slow Tide on Tide of History’: Poetry by Women in Ireland, 1870–1970
- A Note on the Texts
- Elizabeth Varian (1821–1851–1896)
- Emily Hickey (1845–1881–1924)
- A Rose
- Restitution
- A Gift
- To a Master in Paradise
- Why, If All Poets Crown Their Loves With Verse
- In a Swiss Wood
- To the Czar Nicholas II
- A Choice
- Ox-Eyed Daisies
- Aftermath
- Katharine Tynan (1858–1885–1931)
- Dora Sigerson Shorter (1866–1893–1918)
- Eva Gore-Booth (1870–1898–1926)
- Emily Lawless (1845–1902–1913)
- Susan L. Mitchell (1866–1906–1926)
- Alice Milligan (1866–1908–1953)
- Winifred M. Letts (1881–1913–1972)
- Eileen Shanahan (1901–[1921]–1979)
- Mary Devenport O'Neill (1879–1929–1967)
- Blanaid Salkeld (1880–1933–1959)
- Sheila Wingfield (1906–1938–1992)
- Freda Laughton (1907–1945–?)
- Rhoda Coghill 1903–1948–2000
- Appendix 1: Irish Women Poets 1870–1970
- Appendix 2: Chronology
- Select Bibliography
- Index of Titles and First Lines
Summary
Why, if all poets crown their loves with verse,
Should my beloved miss her due of me;
Go with her forehead bare so utterly
Of rhythmic gold her poet should make hers?
Scarce would it fret her whose deep spirit stirs
My spirit; for she knoweth well that she
Beyond all friends, all kin, has gained to see
Into my soul, its better and its worse.
It is no fancy dear, no fair conceit,
Which hails it God's own voice that bad my soul
Sob up through all its bonds of self control,
Hearing the sound of this beloved's feet,
Laugh, cry, as children do. But, O my sweet,
Let me be still, who dare not speak the whole.
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- Poetry by Women in IrelandA Critical Anthology 1870–1970, pp. 75 - 76Publisher: Liverpool University PressPrint publication year: 2012