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Isabella Valancy Crawford

Laughter wears a lilied gown
She is but a simple thing; Laughter's eyes are water-brown, Ever glancing up and down Like a woodbird's restless wing. Laughter slender is and round
She is but a simple thing; And her tresses fly unbound, And about her brow are found Buds that blossom by Mirth's spring. Laughter loves to praise and play
She is but a simple thing
With the children small who stray Under hedges, where the May Scents and blossoms richly fling. Laughter coyly peeps and flits
She is but a simple thing
Round the flower-clad door, where sits Maid who dimples as she knits, Dreaming in the rosy spring. Laughter hath light-tripping feet
She is but a simple thing; Ye may often Laughter meet In the hayfield, gilt and sweet, Where the mowers jest and sing. Laughter shakes the bounteous leaves
She is but a simple thing
On the village ale-house eaves, While the angered swallow grieves And the rustic revellers sing. Laughter never comes a-nigh
She's a wise though simple thing
Where men lay them down to die; Nor will under stormy sky Laughter's airy music ring.



This poem is in the public domain.


Isabella Valancy Crawford (1850 - 1887) was born in Ireland, but moved with her family to Canada when she was seven years old. Well educated and well bred, Isabella and her siblings suffered both financially and emotionally when her father's medical practice failed to thrive and illness caused the deaths of several family members. Much like Louisa May Alcott, Isabella wrote whatever she could to earn income for the family, and was frequently published in both American and Canadian newspapers and magazines. While she was not especially well known during her lifetime, today she is one of Canada's most celebrated female poets.


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Her imagery is wonderful. The simple things in life are best!
Posted 08/30/2014 10:53 AM
Mindful and philosophical. Simple and profound. It should have been taken note of before there was the need for psychiatry.
Posted 08/30/2014 09:02 AM
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