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Virginia Campbell Female, 36, United Kingdom (1/30/2006 12:43:00 PM)

I'm looking for 3 poems:
The first one is about an elderly lady whose children keep promising to come and visit her, but keep putting it off because they don't have time. Thought it was by Christina Rossetti but can't find it in collected works so think poet might be someone else.
The second was at the end of a British film i saw years ago. Think film was about a teacher who used to take mentally handicapped children running. The only line I can remember was about 'running through the broad bright land'
The third is called 'The Lost Heifer', by an Irish poet I think. Don't know any of the words but would love to get it for a friend who mentioned it.

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  • Rookie Joseph Daly (4/8/2006 10:57:00 AM) Post reply
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    'The Lost Heifer' is by Austen Clarke. Published in 1936

  • Rookie Colleen Watt (2/6/2006 3:58:00 AM) Post reply

    Perhaps the poem is by Edgar Guest called 'On goig home for Christmas' it is very sad and unfortunately very true

  • Rookie Virginia Campbell (2/1/2006 8:05:00 AM) Post reply

    Thanks Lilit, I've been wondering about this for ages, and you're right it's a lovely poem

  • Rookie Lilit Bekaryan (2/1/2006 3:20:00 AM) Post reply

    Here's the Lost Heifer. The author is A. Clarke. A very nice poem, indeed.
    he Lost Heifer

    When the herds of the rain were grazing
    In the gap of the pure cold wind
    And the watery hazes of the hazel
    Brought her into my mind,
    I thought of the last honey by the water
    That no hive can find.

    Brightness was drenching through the branches
    When she wandered again,
    Turning the silver out of dark grasses
    Where the skylark had lain,
    And her voice coming softly over the meadow
    Was the mist becoming rain.

    by Austin Clarke

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