Forgiveness By Muriel Stuart

Forgiveness By Muriel Stuart ASK not my pardon! For if one hath need Once to forgive the god that he hath raised, No further creed Can that god give; but ‘neath the soul who praised Lies bruisèd like a reed. Let your dark plume, in passing leave a stain On my plume’s whiteness: call you […]

In The Orchard By Muriel Stuart

In The Orchard By Muriel Stuart ‘I thought you loved me.’ ‘No, it was only fun.’ ‘When we stood there, closer than all?’ ‘Well, the harvest moon Was shining and queer in your hair, and it turned my head.’ ‘That made you?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Just the moon and the light it made Under the tree?’ ‘Well, […]