Additional Poems By Angelina W. Grimke Essay, Research Paper

A Winter Twilight

A silence slipping around like death,

Yet chased by a whisper, a sigh, a breath;

One group of trees, lean, naked and cold,

Inking their cress ‘gainst a sky green-gold;

One path that knows where the corn flowers were;

Lonely, apart, unyielding, one fir;

And over it softly leaning down,

One star that I loved ere the fields went brown

For the Candle Light

The sky was blue, so blue, that day,

And each daisy white, so white;

Oh! I knew that no more could rains fall gray,

And night again be night.

I knew! I knew! Well, if night is night,

And the gray skies grayly cry,

I have in a book, for the candle light,

A daisy, dead and dry.

When the Green Lies Over the Earth

When the green lies over the earth, my dear,

A mantle of witching grace,

When the smile and the tear of the young child year

Dimple across its face,

And then flee, when the wind all day is sweet

With the breath of growing things,

When the wooing bird lights on restless feet

And chirrups and trills and sings

To his lady-love

In the green above,

Then oh! my dear, when the youth’s in the year,

Yours is the face that I long to have near,

Yours is the face, my dear.

But the green is hiding your curls, my dear,

Your curls so shining and sweet;

And the gold-hearted daisies this many a year

Have bloomed and bloomed at your feet,

And the little birds just above your head

With their voices hushed, my dear,

For you have sung and have prayed and have pled

This many, many a year.

And the blossoms fall,

On the garden wall,

And drift like snow on the green below.

But the sharp thorn grows

On the budding rose,

And my heart no more leaps at the sunset glow,

For oh! my dear, when the youth’s in the year,

Yours is the face that I long to have near,

Yours is the face, my dear.