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 ...
ITo Thee, Most Holy, Most Obscure, light-hidden,Shedding light in the darkness of the mindAs gold beams wake the air to ...
The days of these two years like busy antsHave gone, confused and happy and distressed, Rich, yet sad with aching wants, Crowded, ...
There is a garden where the seeded stems of thin long grass are bowedBeneath July's slow rains and heat 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) ...
I Eve goes slowly Dancing lightlyClad with shadow up the hills; Birds their singing Cease at last, and silenceFalling like fine rain the valley ...
Happy are they whom men and women love,And you were happy as a river that flowsDown between lonely hills, and ...
Beneath the trees with heedful step and slow At night I go,Fearful upon their whispering to break Lest they awakeOut of those ...
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 ...
Thinking of these, of beautiful brief things,Of things that are of sense and spirit made, Of meadow flowers, dense hedges and ...
Where is that country? The unresting mindLike a lapwing nears and leaves it and returns.I know those unknown hill-springs where ...
From that warm height and pure, The peak undreamed of out of heavy air Rising to heaven more strange and rare;From that ...
I have found happiness who looked not for it. There was a green fresh hedge, And willows by the river side, And whistling ...
It was like floating in a blessed dream to roamAcross green meadows, far from home,With only trees and quivering sky ...
The undecaying yew has shed his flowersLong since in golden showers.The elm has robed her heightIn green, and hangs maternal ...
I could not love if my thought loved not too,Nor could my body touch the body of you,Unless first in ...
It was a dayAll blue and lifting white,When I went into the fields with FrankTo fly his kite. The fields were ...
The wind has thrownThe boldest of trees down.Now disgraced it lies,Naked in spring beneath the drifting skies,Naked and still.It was ...
In a great western wind we climbed the hillAnd saw the clouds run up, ride high and sink;And there were ...
Last night a sword-light in the skyFlashed a swift terror on the dark.In that sharp light the fields did lieNaked ...
It was a night of smell and dewWhen very old things seemed how new;When speech was softest in the stillAir ...
That lime tree on the distant rising ground(If it was a lime tree) showed her yellow leavesAbove the renewed green ...
A late and lonely figure stains the snow, Into the thickening darkness dims and dies.Heavily homeward now the last rooks go, And ...
Fair Eve, as fair and stillAs fairest thought, climbs the high sheltering hill;As still and fairAs the white cloud asleep ...
It stands thereTall and solitary on the edgeOf the last hill, green on the green hill.Ten o'clock the tree's called, ...
Within the greenhouse dim and damp The heat floats like a cloud.Pale rose-leaves droop from the rust roof With rust-edged roses bowed. As ...
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