Out Of The East (John Freeman Poems)
When man first walked upright and soberly Reflecting as he paced to and fro,And no more swinging from wide tree to ...
When man first walked upright and soberly Reflecting as he paced to and fro,And no more swinging from wide tree to ...
Hear me, O beeches! YouThat have with ageless anguish slowly risenFrom earth's still secret prisonInto the ampler prison of aery ...
At evening when the aspens rustled softAnd the last blackbird by the hedge-nest laughed,And through the leaves the moon's unmeaning ...
IThen first I knew, seeing that bent grey head,How England honours all her thousand dead.Then first I knew how faith ...
The pigeons, following the faint warm light,Stayed at last on the roof till warmth was gone,Then in the mist that's ...
In thin clear light unshadowed shapes go bySmall on green fields beneath the hueless sky.They do not stay for question, ...
ITo Thee, Most Holy, Most Obscure, light-hidden,Shedding light in the darkness of the mindAs gold beams wake the air to ...
When this burning fleshBurns down in Time's slow fire to a glowing ash;When these lips have utteredThe last word, and ...
I heard a boy that climbed up Dover's HillSinging _Sweet England_, sweeter for his song.The notes crept muffled through the ...
And now, while the dark vast earth shakes and rocksIn this wild dream-like snare of mortal shocks,How look (I muse) ...
Winter was weary. All his snows were failing--Still from his stiff grey head he shook the rimeUpon the grasses, bushes ...
Beneath the trees with heedful step and slow At night I go,Fearful upon their whispering to break Lest they awakeOut of those ...
So many were there talking that I heardNothing at first quite plain, as I sat down;Until from this man's gibe ...
Lying beneath a hundred seas of sleepWith all those heavy waves flowing over me,And I unconscious of the rolling nightUntil, ...
When the south-west wind cameThe air grew bright and sweet, as though a flameHad cleansed the world of winter. The ...
Near the house flowed, or paused, the black Canal,Edged by the timber piles so black and tall.From the rotten fence ...
Thy hill leave not, O Spring,Nor longer leap down to the new-green'd Plain.Thy western cliff-caves keepO Wind, nor branch-borne Echo ...
The undecaying yew has shed his flowersLong since in golden showers.The elm has robed her heightIn green, and hangs maternal ...
There was a child that screamed,And if it was the gathering tingling dark,Or if it was the tingling silencesBetween few ...
Flesh and blood, bone and skin,Are the house that beauty lives in.Formed in darkness, grown in lightAre they the substance ...
He stands on the kerbWatching the street.He's always watching there,Listening to the beatOf time in the street,Listening to the thronging ...
I have never loved you yet, if now I love.If Love was born in that bright April skyAnd ran unheeding ...
I can recall the day When childhood died.I had grown thin and tall And eager-eyed.Such a false happiness Had seized me then;A child, ...
No foreign tribute from a stranger-hand,Mother, I bring thee, whom not Heaven's songsWould as an alien reach.... Ah, but how ...
Distance no grace can lend you, but for meDistance yet magnifies your mystery.With you, and soon content, I ask how ...
Gentle as the air that kissesThe splendid and ignoble with one breath,Gentle as obliterating Death--Though you be gentler yet,In days ...
I did not say, "Yes, we had better partSince love is over or must be suppressed."I did not say, "I'll ...
O come you down from the far hillsWhereon you fought, triumphed and died,Men at whose names the quick blood thrillsAnd ...
The naked stars, deep beyond deep,Burn purely through the nerved night. Over the narrow sleep Of men tired of light;Deep within deep, ...
Now pipe no more, glad Shepherd, Your joys from this fair hill Through golden eves and still:There sounds from yon dense quarryA ...
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