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 ...
I reached the cottage. I knew it from the cardHe had given me--the low door heavily barred,Steep roof, and two ...
The days of these two years like busy antsHave gone, confused and happy and distressed, Rich, yet sad with aching wants, Crowded, ...
When this burning fleshBurns down in Time's slow fire to a glowing ash;When these lips have utteredThe last word, and ...
When through our bodies our two spirits burnEscaping, and no more our true eyes turnOutwards, and no more hands to ...
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"No, no! Leave me not in this dark hour,"She cried. And I,"Thou foolish dear, but call not dark this hour;What ...
I Eve goes slowly Dancing lightlyClad with shadow up the hills; Birds their singing Cease at last, and silenceFalling like fine rain the valley ...
Winter was weary. All his snows were failing--Still from his stiff grey head he shook the rimeUpon the grasses, bushes ...
They were like dreams that in a drowsy hourA sad old God had dreamed in loneliness of power.They were like ...
Happy are they whom men and women love,And you were happy as a river that flowsDown between lonely hills, and ...
When I had dreamed and dreamed what woman's beauty was,And how that beauty seen from unseen surely flowed,I turned and ...
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 ...
Unconscious on thy lap I lay,A spiritual thing,Stirless until the yet unlooked-for dayOf human birthShould call me from thy starry ...
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 ...
Thinking of these, of beautiful brief things,Of things that are of sense and spirit made, Of meadow flowers, dense hedges and ...
The chair was madeBy hands long dead,Polished by many bodies sitting there,Until the wood-lines flowed as clean as waves.Mine sat ...
Where is that country? The unresting mindLike a lapwing nears and leaves it and returns.I know those unknown hill-springs where ...
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