Adelaide Anne Procter was born 30 October 1825 and died 2 February 1864
- No star is lost once we have seen, We always may be what we might have been.
- Dreams grow holy put in action; work grows fair through starry dreaming, But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.
- Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife,
Some pure ideal of a noble life
That once seemed possible? Did we not hear
The flutter of its wings, and feel it near,
And just within our reach? It was. And yet
We lost it in this daily jar and fret,
And now live idle in a vague regret.
Adelaide Anne Procter was an English poet and philanthropist. She worked on behalf of unemployed women and the homeless, and was actively involved with feminist groups and journals. Her literary career began when she was a teenager; her poems were primarily published in Charles Dickens’s periodicals Household Words and All the Year Round and later published in book form. Procter was the favourite poet of Queen Victoria and Coventry Patmore called her the most popular poet of the day, after Alfred, Lord Tennyson.
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