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 ...
John Freeman Poems on Sleep (34 Poems)
Beechwood (John Freeman Poems)
Hear me, O beeches! YouThat have with ageless anguish slowly risenFrom earth's still secret prisonInto the ampler prison of aery ...
The Undying (John Freeman Poems)
In thin clear light unshadowed shapes go bySmall on green fields beneath the hueless sky.They do not stay for question, ...
To The Heavenly Power (John Freeman Poems)
When this burning fleshBurns down in Time's slow fire to a glowing ash;When these lips have utteredThe last word, and ...
Merrill’s Garden (John Freeman Poems)
There is a garden where the seeded stems of thin long grass are bowedBeneath July's slow rains and heat and ...
Nightfall (John Freeman Poems)
I Eve goes slowly Dancing lightlyClad with shadow up the hills; Birds their singing Cease at last, and silenceFalling like fine rain the valley ...
The Unloosening (John Freeman Poems)
Winter was weary. All his snows were failing--Still from his stiff grey head he shook the rimeUpon the grasses, bushes ...
The Night Watch (John Freeman Poems)
Beneath the trees with heedful step and slow At night I go,Fearful upon their whispering to break Lest they awakeOut of those ...
Waking (John Freeman Poems)
Lying beneath a hundred seas of sleepWith all those heavy waves flowing over me,And I unconscious of the rolling nightUntil, ...
The Chair (John Freeman Poems)
The chair was madeBy hands long dead,Polished by many bodies sitting there,Until the wood-lines flowed as clean as waves.Mine sat ...
Evening Beauty: Blackfriars (John Freeman Poems)
Nought is but beauty weareth, near and far, Under the pale, blue sky and lonely star. This is that quick hour when ...
Stone Trees (John Freeman Poems)
Last night a sword-light in the skyFlashed a swift terror on the dark.In that sharp light the fields did lieNaked ...
The Flute (John Freeman Poems)
It was a night of smell and dewWhen very old things seemed how new;When speech was softest in the stillAir ...
The Bright Rider (John Freeman Poems)
All the night through I drankSleep like water or cool cider;Life flowed over and I sankDown below the night of ...
Fair Eve (John Freeman Poems)
Fair Eve, as fair and stillAs fairest thought, climbs the high sheltering hill;As still and fairAs the white cloud asleep ...
The Wakers (John Freeman Poems)
The joyous morning ran and kissed the grassAnd drew his fingers through her sleeping hair,And cried, 'Before thy flowers are ...
Some Hurt Thing (John Freeman Poems)
I came to you quietly when you were lying In perfect midnight sleep.Your dark soft hair was all about your pillow, So ...
The Wren (John Freeman Poems)
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 ...
Happy is England Now (John Freeman Poems)
There is not anything more wonderfulThan a great people moving towards the deepOf an unguessed and unfeared future; norIs aught ...
Grasses (John Freeman Poems)
O cover me, long gentle grasses, Cover me with your seeding heads, Cover me with your shaking limbs, Cover me with your light ...
In That Dark Silent Hour (John Freeman Poems)
In that dark silent hourWhen the wind wants power,And in the black heightThe sky wants light,Stirless and blackIn utter lack,And ...
I Will Ask (John Freeman Poems)
I will ask primrose and violet to spend for youTheir smell and hue,And the bold, trembling anemone awhile to spareHer ...
Hector (John Freeman Poems)
Sleep, sleep, you great and dim trees, sleeping onThe still warm, tender cheek of night,And with her cloudy hairBrushed: sleep, ...
Stay (John Freeman Poems)
Stay, thou desired one, stay!Brighten the curious darkness of the world.Cold through the chill dark swings the sleeping world,Sense-heavy, dreaming ...
The Lamp (John Freeman Poems)
The lamp shone golden where she slept,Shining against deep-folded shadows.There was no stir but her slow breathingSave when a long ...
Earth To Earth (John Freeman Poems)
What is the soul? Is it the windAmong the branches of the mind?Is it the sea against Time's shoreBreaking and ...
The Wanderer (John Freeman Poems)
Over the pool of sleepThe night mists creep,Then faint thin light and then clear day,Noontide, and lingering afternoon;Then that Wanderer, ...
The Valley (John Freeman Poems)
Between the beechen hill and the green downThe valley pastures sink;And the green river runs through their warm greenNorthward into ...
From Piccadilly In August (John Freeman Poems)
Now the trees rest: the moon has taught them sleep,Like drowsy wings of bats are all their leaves,Clinging together. Girls ...
The Mouse (John Freeman Poems)
Standing close by youIn the cold lightOf two tall candlesThat measure the dark of night,I hear the mouse,The only thing ...