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"Miss Radclyffe-Hall is a poet. She has a gift of expression always felicitous, not infrequently spontaneous, and her rhythms are really musical. Moreover, the level of her book is uniformly high. In writing of nature her intuition and sympathy are remarkable. Nearly every poem contains something which clings to your memory and sets you thinking.... The main note is vigorous, joyous youth, thankful for the right to exist in such a lovely world.
"If Miss Radclyffe-Hall acquires a higher finish she may confidently look forward to taking her place among the poetesses of this country. It is not often one can so honestly recommend the public to buy a volume of poetry."—_The Queen_, 4th July, 1906.
"The author of ''Twixt Earth and Stars' has a real talent for versification, and the subjects chosen are all poetical, added to which she has real feeling and the power to express it. I am so charmed with this little book of poems that I cannot help recommending it to you, that you also may enjoy it."—_The Lady_, 5th July, 1906.
"A little book of short poems, most of which are very pleasant, being marked by sincerity and sweetness."—_Evening Standard_, 21st July, 1906.
"''Twixt Earth and Stars' is a dainty little volume of verse, some of which is of considerable merit."—_Publisher and Bookseller_, 28th July, 1906.
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Sunlight and shade, Moorland and glade, Evening and day, Winter and May, Troubadour breeze, Amorous trees, Pondering Hills, Gold daffodils Born of the Spring, Thrushes that sing Passionate notes From downy throats, Be unto me Each one of ye Sister or brother; And Earth be my mother!
The Moon looked in at the window, And smiled as I wrote to you, She lay like a frail white maiden, In shadowy folds of blue.
Her bosom was bare and tender, And slight, for she still was young, And down from her dainty shoulders A mantle of starlight hung.
She wooed with a wanton ardour The winds till they lulled to sighs, And night was transformed with beauty, For love of her limpid eyes.