Summer Dawn (Christopher Pearse Cranch Poems)
SOME summer mornings - when you've taken teaToo late the night before - perhaps you'll see,If at some Berkshire farmhouse ...
SOME summer mornings - when you've taken teaToo late the night before - perhaps you'll see,If at some Berkshire farmhouse ...
There's a soft and peaceful feelingComes across the farming handAs the shadows go a-stealingSlow along the new-turned land.The lazy curling ...
Some cawing Crows, a hooting Owl,A Hawk, a Canary, an old Marsh-Fowl,One day all meet togetherTo hold a caucus and ...
No more the scarlet maples flash and burnTheir beacon-fires from hilltop and from plain; The meadow-grasses and the woodland fernIn ...
One day in the bluest of summer weather,Sketching under a whispering oak, I heard five bobolinks laughing togetherOver some ornithological ...
There by the window in the old housePerched on the bluff, overlooking miles of valley,My days of labor closed, sitting ...
(HIROSHIMA, JAPAN, 1905) Pale sampans up the river glide, With set sails vanishing and slow; In ...
Ye aspiring ones, listen to the story of the unknownWho lies here with no stone to mark the place.As a ...
Holy ecstasy-swans on great glad WatersSeize me, but in vain.I hear the gaggling of sensible ganders,Nothing can remain,There is nothing ...
Japanese Street Song.The crows have wakened meBy cawing at the moon.I pray that I shall not think of him;I pray ...
When the summer fields are mown, When the birds are fledged and flown, And the dry leaves strew the path; ...
Now as an angler melancholy standing Upon a green bank yielding room for landing, A wriggling yellow worm thrust on ...
Methinks in Him there dwells alway A sea of laughter very deep, Where the leviathans leap, And little children play, ...
(Newdigate prize poem recited in the Sheldonian Theatre Oxford June 26th, 1878. To my friend George Fleming author of 'The ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
There where the rusty iron lies, The rooks are cawing all the day. Perhaps no man, until he dies, Will ...
O crows circling over my head and cawing! I admit to being, at times, Suddenly, and without the slightest warning, ...
1. The dark socket of the year the pit, the cave where the sun lies down and threatens never to ...
ALL day they loitered by the resting ships, Telling their beauties over, taking stock; At night the verdict left my ...
Ye aspiring ones, listen to the story of the unknown Who lies here with no stone to mark the place. ...
There by the window in the old house Perched on the bluff, overlooking miles of valley, My days of labor ...
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