Ivy Leaves
Isa
Craig (Knox)
Craig (Knox), Isa
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Fukushima
University of Victoria Digital Victorian Periodical Poetry Project
Victoria, BC, Canada
In the public domain
Poem signed Isa Craig.
(AC)
The English Woman’s Journal
6
32
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I gathered from a grave
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XIV.—Ivy Leaves
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I gathered from a grave
Where, plucked fom mine, death cast
A fair green life,—long years
Had healed the pain at last,—
Two dark and glossy ivy leaves, that grew
Where once my vain tears fell as thick as dew.
To keep my ivy leaves
Front a too swift decay,
I set their slender stalks
In water, day by day
Renewed, and for the love I bore to them,
Spring’s brightest blossoms faded on the stem.
I looked that they should die,
And with a gladdened thrill
Of wonder saw them keep
This faultless freshness ; still
A little paler grew the glossy green,
And light threads floating from each stem were seen.
And as the filmy threads
To rootlets spread, I knew
My ivy leaves would live,
Since severed still they grew.
From life’s sweet workings thus rebuke I got
For loveless heart and long-lamented lot.
Isa Craig
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