Louise Imogen Guiney (Луиза Имоджен Гвини)

Emily Brontë

What sacramental hurt that brings
The terror of the truth of things,
Had changed thee? Secret be it yet.
’Twas thine, upon a headland set,
To view no isles of man’s delight
With lyric foam in rainbow flight,
But all a-swing, a-gleam, mid slow uproar,
Black sea, and curved uncouth sea-bitten shore.

Louise Imogen Guiney’s other poems:

  1. Undertones at Magdalen
  2. On Leaving Winchester
  3. On First Entering Westminster Abbey
  4. In the Reading-Room of the British Museum
  5. In a Perpendicular Church




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