Mathilde Blind

Mathilde Blind

Summary

Portrait of Mathilde Blind Mathilde Blind,  Poetical works of Mathilde Blind (1900)

“ When you have once tasted life so finely, when fact has come to you sifted from all its baser constituents, when the flowers of passion have been presented to you tied in a nosegay by the supersensitive hands of a Shelley or a Heine, reality is apt to strike you as crude and commonplace, if not actually to inspire you with a sense of repulsion. In the daily round of life you will sicken with a nostalgia for that ideal country to which it is difficult to return when childhood is over. ”
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Portrait of Mathilde Blind Mathilde Blind,  Poetical works of Mathilde Blind (1900)

“ The perilous flood with calm unswerving hands,
The elements sustain; cleave thou the waves.
THE DEAD.
The dead abide with us! Though stark and cold
Earth seems to grip them, they are with us still:
They have forged our chains of being for good or ill
And their invisible hands these hands yet hold.
Our perishable bodies are the mould
In which their strong imperishable will—
Mortality's deep yearning to fulfil—
Hath grown incorporate through dim time untold.
Vibrations infinite of life in death,
As a star's travelling light survives its star!
”
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Portrait of Mathilde Blind Mathilde Blind,  Poetical works of Mathilde Blind (1900)

“ Has made life's glass go up from foul to fair.
UNTIMELY LOVE.
Peace, throbbing heart, nor let us shed one tear
⁠O'er this late love's unseasonable glow;
⁠Sweet as a violet blooming in the snow.
The posthumous offspring of the widowed year
That smells of March when all the world is sere,
⁠And, while around the hurtling sea-winds blow—
⁠Which twist the oak and lay the pine tree low-
Stands childlike in the storm and has no fear.
Poor helpless blossom orphaned of the sun,
⁠How could it thus brave winter's rude estate?
”
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