Alfred H. Miles, ed. Women Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By Selected Poems (1900). III. Love and KindnessAnnie Matheson (18531924)
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In accents bountifully kind,
But still my grief knew no redress,
Grown mad and blind.
Hither and thither came and went:
All that she had poor Kindness gave,
Till all was spent.
Her touch was torment in my pain;
It froze my heart, benumbed my soul,
And crazed my brain.
She turned with cheerful ease away,
Yet would have lingered, had I willed
That she should stay.
One, wistful as a child might be,
Who blushed at her own hardihood
In helping me.
Her passionate sweet eyes on mine,
Until within my sorrow burned
A bliss divine.
To earth beneath and heaven above—
This was not Kindness, as before,
But only Love.