Augusta Davies Webster

Here you will find the Poem She Has Made Me Wayside Posies of poet Augusta Davies Webster

She Has Made Me Wayside Posies

She has made me wayside posies: here they stand, 
Bringing fresh memories of where they grew. 
As new-come travellers from a world we knew 
Wake every while some image of their land, 
So these whose buds our woodland breezes fanned 
Bring to my room the meadow where they blew, 
The brook-side cliff, the elms where wood-doves coo-- 
And every flower is dearer for her hand. 

Oh blossoms of the paths she loves to tread, 
Some grace of her is in all thoughts you bear: 
For in my memories of your homes that were 
The old sweet loneliness they kept is fled, 
And would I think it back I find instead 
A presence of my darling mingling there.