Potential Titles: Margaret Widdemer

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Patient in the darkness - Margaret Widdemer "The Dark Cavalier"

Comforted by darkness - Margaret Widdemer "The Dark Cavalier"

Still until the night - Margaret Widdemer "The Factories"

And watch the far wings fly - Margaret Widdemer "The Factories"

Scatheless through the sin-lit dark - Margaret Widdemer "The Factories"

Before the light went by - Margaret Widdemer "The Factories"

Pulse of my heart's life - Margaret Widdemer "The Forgotten Soul"

Core of my heart's heart - Margaret Widdemer "The Forgotten Soul"

Fire of my heart's grief - Margaret Widdemer "The Forgotten Soul"

The House of Ghosts was bright within - Margaret Widdemer "The House of Ghosts"

From sunken graves returned - Margaret Widdemer "The House of Ghosts"

No lightest echo lost - Margaret Widdemer "The House of Ghosts"

No shadow where I crossed - Margaret Widdemer "The House of Ghosts"

And cried of grief and loneliness - Margaret Widdemer "The House of Ghosts"

Never start to hide your heart - Margaret Widdemer "If You Should Tire of Loving Me"

Have known great gold Sorrows - Margaret Widdemer "The Jester"

Whirl till our whim is won - Margaret Widdemer "A New Spinning Song"

The pinnace needs a swifter sail - Margaret Widdemer "A New Spinning Song"

The fortress needs a tower - Margaret Widdemer "A New Spinning Song"

Sincere in self-deception - Margaret Widdemer "An Old Portrait"

Beneath their feet a living stepping-stone - Margaret Widdemer "The Old Suffragist"

An easy thing to walk apart - Margaret Widdemer "The Old Suffragist"

Scorn for the market-place - Margaret Widdemer "The Old Suffragist"

Too still and heavy stays - Margaret Widdemer "Old Wine"

Too brimming with old days - Margaret Widdemer "Old Wine"

There is memory in the forest - Margaret Widdemer "Remembrance: Greek Folk-Song" (unclear if this is translation or original work)

When winter-time grows weary - Margaret Widdemer "Winter Branches"

Stripped clear against the sky - Margaret Widdemer "Winter Branches"

With the cold flushed sky behind - Margaret Widdemer "Winter Branches"

Clear-cut and certain they rise - Margaret Widdemer "Winter Branches"


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