Adelaide Anne Procter
Adelaide Anne Procter Poems
- A Lost Chord SEATED one day at the Organ, I was weary ...
- Envy He was the first always: Fortune Shone bright in his...
- A Woman’s Question BEFORE I trust my fate to thee, Or ...
- Fidelis You have taken back the promise That you spoke so ...
- The Requital LOUD roared the tempest, Fast fell the ...
- Per Pacem Ad Lucem I DO not ask, O Lord, that life may be ...
- Doubting Heart WHERE are the swallows fled? Frozen and ...
She was the eldest daughter of the poet Bryan Waller Procter ("Barry Cornwall") and Anne Benson Skepper. As a child Adelaide showed precocious intelligence. She attained considerable proficiency in French, German, and Italian, as well as in music and drawing, and she was a great reader. Brought up in surroundings favourable to the development of literary leanings, she began to write verses at an early age, and at eighteen contributed to the "Book of Beauty".
In 1851, she and two of her sisters became Catholics without, apparently, any disturbance of the harmonious relations of the domestic circle. In 1853, under the pseudonym of "Mary Berwick", she ... more »
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A Lost Chord
SEATED one day at the Organ,
I was weary and ill at ease,
And my fingers wandered idly
Over the noisy keys.
I do not know what I was playing,
Or what I was dreaming then ;
But I struck one chord of music,
Like the sound of a great Amen.
It flooded the crimson twilight,
Like the close of an Angel's Psalm,
And it lay on my fevered spirit
With a touch of infinite calm.
It quieted pain and sorrow,
Like love overcoming strife ;
It seemed the harmonious echo
From our discordant life.
It linked all ...