A Street Idyll

by Anna Blanch on April 23, 2011

A Street Idyll

WIND-SHAKEN lilies, silver – belled and
sweet.
Pearls floating down the dusty London street;
Embodied dreams, a resurrection bright
Of some forgone, forgotten, lost delight!


Who drew them from their dusky, cool retreat,
Where they could hear the Spring’s first pulses beat
In deep green woods, or by the silvery gleam
Of some slow rippling, forest shadowed stream ?


Where are they drifting in that snowy dress ?
To make death tender with their loveliness;
Or stir within some weary, death-cold breast,
Thoughts which the dull hard word had laid to rest.


O myriad-voiced ! beneath the summer sky,
To some a song, to some a bitter cry,
Pass to your mission, while I hear the beat
Of angel footsteps flutter from the street.
— Caris Brooke.

Caris Brooke was a moderately successful poet in the 1880’s publishing a number of small decorative poems. As far as I can tell, the only collection in which Caris Brooke’s work is included, is the 1888 Eastertide collection by E.Nesbit, in which Brooke appears as a guest poet. Brooke is the pseudonym of Saretta Green, a friend of the Rosetti’s and many of romantic artists, and the half sister of Edith Nesbit.



Today’s poem, “A Street Idyll” was also part of the 1888 collection published by E.P.Dutton.

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Anna Blanch is founder of Goannatree, and a PhD candidate in the Institute of Theology, Imagination, and the Arts at St Mary’s College, University of St Andrews, Scotland where she’s presently writing her PhD thesis on E.Nesbit. She is also a regular contributor to Transpositions.

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