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Not easy to find in print, really, but thank goodness we have the Internet Archive.

Still, even so, I didn’t find ALL of the texts mentioned on Wikipedia – but at least a few.

Poems, 1859 Edition.


The note about the edition is rather important; according to Wikipedia, Ashe published another collection called Poems in 1885. Som quite frankly, no idea how complete this collection is, really. I guess there will be plenty of texts missing.

This scan/e-text is particularly messed up, BTW. Very hard to work with it.


The Child's Voice. 

So did it pass away ; 
And then a chime, 
From ancient chapel of a noble's hall, 
Sweetly did rise and fall 
Upon the wind, stealing along the dells ; 
But murmur of that little child was sweeter, 
Sweeter far and meeter 
To touch with grief, and, — as indeed it did. 
Hang just one tear upon the closed eyelid. 
I know not why ; 
But there is something in all melody, 
When it is low and still. 
That doth bring weeping, chide it as we will. 
And something in the voice 
Of that unseen little one ; 
Some hint of other days, 
And quiet ways. 
And wishing, that were gone ; 
Touch of unnumber'd dreamings, 
Cherish'd of old and pleasant, 
And proved in this present 
To be but wayward seemings ; 
Some hidden thing, scarce hinted, 
Hid in the silence of the years ; 
Something that is to be, 
That shall be grasp'd by me, 
Beautiful in its essence, 
To all eternity ; 
That shall be grasp'd by me, 
After long toil unchidedly ; 
Not any idle fears 
Of its soon vanishing ; 
Beauty-woven coronal. 
Silver-braided, unto all 
That have brow white to wear so sweet a thing.
I know not what, but peace be to the tears 
That little voice did brine.

The Sorrows of Hypsipyle, 1867.




Edith, or love and life in Cheshire, 1873.