Robin Hyde Quotes

As if she does not care that life Has reft the jewels from her hair – But grieves that menial needs and base Were those that left her palace bare.

She stands an instant in the sun Athwart her harsh land’s red and green – Hands of a serf, and warrior eyes Of some flame-sceptred Irish queen.

Having a lover isn’t much to write home about.

You were English and not English. It took time to realize that England was far away.

Something there had been, something delicate, wild and far away. But it was shut out behind the doors of yesterday, lost beyond the hills.