A Woman's Love Letters

by Sophia Margaretta Almon Hensley

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Genres: Classics

184 pages, Hardcover

First published January 1, 1895

About the author

Sophie Margaret/Margeretta Almon, Mrs Hensley (1866-1946) was a Canadian author who wrote under a number of pseudonyms: Sophie Almon Hensley, Sophie M. Almon-Hensley, Gordon Hart, Almon Hensley, J. Try-Davies, and John Wernberny. Her works include: Poems (1889), A Woman's Love Letters (1895), Love & Company (1897), Princess Mignon (1900), A Semi-Detached House.. (1900), The Heart of a Woman (1906), Woman and the Race (1907), Love and the Woman of Tomorrow (1913) and The Way of a Woman.. (1928).

Reviews

[Mahmoud Aghiorly · Rating 2 out of 5]

Selection form A woman's love letters by Sophie M.Almon-Hensley , 1895
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The glancing sunlight made thy ruddy hair
A crown of gold, but on thy spirit-face
There was no smile, only a tender grace
Of love half doubt. Upon thy hand a rare
wild bird of Paradise perched fearlessly
With radiant plumage and still, lustrous
eye.
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yet there may come a time
(Though loving be a crime
Only allowed in rhyme
To us, Beloved),
When safe 'neath sheltering arm
I may, without alarm,
Hear thy lips, close and warm,
Murmur : " Beloved !
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Tell me that I am wrong, O ! Man of men,
Surely it is not hard to comfort me,
Laugh at my fears with dear persistency,
Nay, if thou must, lie to me ! There, again,
I hear the rain, and the wind's wailing cry
Stirs with wild life the night's monotony.
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The night is long
And there are no stars,
Let me but dream
That the long fields gleam
With sunlight and song,
Then I shall not long
For the light of stars.
Let me but dream,
For there are no stars,
Dream that the ache
And the wild heart-break
Are but things that seem.
Ah ! let me dream
For there are no stars.
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I, who have boasted of my strength and will,
And ventured daring Hights, and stood
alone
In fearless, flushed defiance, I have
grown
Humble, and seek another hand to fill
Life's cup, and other eyes to pierce the
skies
Of Wisdom's dear, sad, mighty mysteries.
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There are some things, dear Friend, are
easier far
To say in written words than when we sit
Eye answering eye, or hand to hand close
knit.
Not that there is between us any bar
Of shyness or reserve ; the day is past
For that, and utter trust has come at last.
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Even our joys,—thou knowest ;—when the
air
Is full to overflowing with the sense
Of hope fulfilled and passion's vehemence
There is no place for words ; we do not dare
To break Love's stillness, even though
the power
Were ours by speech to lengthen out the
hour.
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I HAVE known a thousand pleasures,—
Love is best
Ocean's songs and forest treasures,
Work and rest,
Jewelled joys of dear existence,
Triumph over Fate's resistance,
But to prove, through Time's wide distance,
Love is best.
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One thought is ever with me, glorying all
Life's common aims. Surely will dawn
a day
Bright with an unknown rapture, when
thy way
Will be my journey-road, and I can call
These joys our joys, for thou wilt walk
with me
Down budding pathways to the abounding
sea.
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[AKT · Rating 3 out of 5]

“Where is the waiting-time?
Where are the fears?
Gone with the winter's rime,
The bygone years.
O'er life's plain, lone and vast,
Slow treads the morn,
Night shades have moved and passed,
Joy's day is born.”

[heijireads · Rating 5 out of 5]

I LOVE POEMS WRITTEN BY WOMEN!!

A Woman’s Love Letter by Sophia Margaretta Almon Hensley discussed on various topics e.g Love, Death, Doubt, and lucid feelings between lovers. I love how depth her poems in elucidating the tangled emotions of a devoted woman to the love of her life that made you feel seen. Especially in women’s love stories. 🥹

[Zay Aw · Rating 3 out of 5]

Stanzas in shape, symbols and sound, my heart feels full with these soft songs.

“Through Time's wide distance, Love is best.”

[Ara]

the way that i can relate to this except i havent met that person yet.