Victorian
Michael Field
Michael Field was the shared pen name of two English women, the aunt Katharine Harris Bradley (1846–1914) and her niece Edith Emma Cooper (1862–1913), who lived and wrote together for most of their adult lives. Their early verse dramas appeared under the name in the 1880s, and for a time critics took “Michael Field” for a man; Robert Browning was among the first to praise the work. In later years both women became Roman Catholics, and their last books are devotional.
The poems here come from three books. Sight and Song (1892) answers paintings in European galleries, each poem taking the picture’s title and naming painter and gallery in its note. Underneath the Bough, in the 1898 edition with new songs added (preface dated 8 September 1898), gathers lyrics in numbered Books of Songs. From A Selection from the Poems of Michael Field (The Poetry Bookshop, 1923) only poems not already taken from those two books are included; the note on each says which earlier volume it was first printed in, among them Long Ago, Wild Honey, Poems of Adoration and Mystic Trees.
Poems (215)
- L'Indifférent
- Venus, Mercury and Cupid
- A Drawing of Roses and Violets
- La Gioconda
- The Faun's Punishment
- The Birth of Venus
- Antiope
- Treading the Press
- Spring
- A Portrait
- Saint Katharine of Alexandria
- Saint Sebastian
- A 'Sant' Imagine'
- The Rescue
- Venus and Mars
- The Death of Procris
- Saint Jerome in the Desert
- Mettus Curtius
- A Fête Champêtre
- A Shepherd-Boy
- Saint Sebastian
- The Magdalen
- A Pen-Drawing of Leda
- Marriage of Bacchus and Ariadne
- The Figure of Venus in 'Spring'
- Apollo and Marsyas
- The Blood of the Redeemer
- The Sleeping Venus
- A Pietà
- The Virgin, Child and Saint John
- L'Embarquement pour Cythère
- Invocation
- Mortal, if thou art beloved
- Once, his feet among the roses
- Let us wreathe the mighty cup
- O Wind, thou hast thy kingdom in the trees
- Death, men say, is like a sea
- Ah, Eros doth not always smite
- Who hath ever given
- Sometimes I do despatch my heart
- Down the forest-path I fled
- I dance and dance! Another faun
- In the moony brake
- Love doth never know
- Love's wings are wondrous swift
- If the sun our white headlands with flame
- When I grow old
- An Apple-Flower
- A calm in the flitting sky
- Wind in Fir Trees
- Grass in Spring
- Poppy Song
- Dreams
- In winter sere
- Through hazels and apple
- Say, if a gallant rose my bower doth scale
- This rare south rose that thou didst take
- Ah me, if I grew sweet to man
- Where winds abound
- Slowly we disarray
- I stood to hear that bold
- Others may drag at memory's fetter
- Bring me life of fickle breath
- Ah me, how sadder than to say farewell
- Death, for all thy grasping stealth
- Little Lettice is dead, they say
- I would not have the wind pass by
- Solitary Death, make me thine own
- Come, mete me out my loneliness, O wind
- I by spells had been beguiled
- The Halcyon
- I would not die
- They buried him — ah, I have not thought
- She mingled me rue and roses
- When thou to death, fond one, wouldst fain be
- There is a fair, white relic in my room
- Vain Death, thou hast no staying
- Winds to-day are large and free
- Unconsciousness
- Thanatos, thy praise I sing
- When high Zeus first peopled earth
- Methinks my love to thee doth grow
- Thou must not leave me!
- It was deep April, and the morn
- Apollo and the Muses taught thee not
- There comes a change in her breath
- A girl
- Our myrtle is in flower
- Forsaking
- A Prayer
- Sweet-Briar in Rose
- Stream and Pool
- Metrum Praxillae
- Power in Silence
- Daybreak
- Constancy
- A shady silence fills
- The iris was yellow, the moon was pale
- A Ballad
- A valley of oak-trees
- A Ballad
- Leda was wearied of her state, the crown
- Triumph of Bacchus and Ariadne
- Apollo's Triumph
- A land of riotous harvest and of sweat
- A nightingale wakes me. Think of this!
- Two lovers came; of many a common thing
- Marionettes
- As two fair vessels side by side
- An Æolian Harp
- A train
- A Supposition
- Unbosoming
- Full summer and at noon; from a waste bed
- Your rose is dead
- The Depths of the Grass
- July
- The lady I have vowed to paint
- We meet. I cannot look up; I hear
- I have found her power!
- One Branch
- In a vase of gold
- Tiger-Lilies
- Cyclamens
- I live in the world for his sake
- To a Cuckoo Heard in Early Morning
- February
- Stars at Dawn
- Touching the Land
- Life was a rose, a rose to me
- Renewal
- Gold Is the Son of Zeus
- Stir Not the Shingle
- And on My Eyes Dark Sleep by Night
- The Tragic Mary, II
- But If Our Love Be Dying
- After Soufrière
- Bury Her at Even
- The Woods Are Still
- Sweeter Far than the Harp, More Gold than Gold
- If They Honoured Me, Giving Me Their Gifts
- Hades Is Tongueless
- Armour
- Forever
- Ebbtide at Sundown
- To the Lord Love
- A Miracle
- My Lady Has a Lovely Rite
- Second Thoughts
- I Love You with My Life
- Freedom
- Across a Gaudy Room
- Chalices
- Wet Weather
- Primrose Leaves
- Pan Asleep
- Frozen Rushes
- Penetration
- Onycha
- Not Aphrodite
- Eros
- Fifty Quatrains
- My Darling
- When Wrath Spreads Through Thy Breast
- Ye Are Naught to Me
- Spring's Messenger, the Sweet-Voiced Nightingale
- But Do Not Give Yourself Airs
- Towards Those of You Who Are Noble
- An Ayrshire Face
- Nests in Elms
- A Flaw
- Continental Trips Forgone for the Sake of Whym Chow
- Whym Chow
- Halls of Suffering
- A Branch of Lilies
- Shepherd Apollo
- O Beautiful, O Gracious Lady
- A Tortoise
- Jason
- Embalmment
- The Mummy Invokes His Soul
- Tiresias
- On a Portrait by Tintoretto in the Colonna Gallery
- A Kiss
- A Dance of Death
- The Torrent
- Possession
- The Forest
- Burial
- Falling Leaves
- Mouldering Leaves
- The Old Hundred Years
- Maidenhair
- Good Friday
- Power
- Nimis Honorati Sunt
- Unsurpassed
- Macrinus Against Trees
- Virgo Potens
- Descent from the Cross
- Too Late
- A Dreamer
- They Took Jesus
- Qui Renovat Juventutem Meam
- Annunciation Silence
- The Homage of Death
- Aridity
- Thou Comest Down to Die
- Caput Tuum ut Carmelus
- My Glory in Thee Is Not Ceased
- She Is Singing
- Fellowship
- Midsummer Night's Dream
- 'Where the Blessed Feet Have Trod'
- The Burial of Robert Browning