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 Birds (32 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 Human Music (John Freeman Poems)
At evening when the aspens rustled softAnd the last blackbird by the hedge-nest laughed,And through the leaves the moon's unmeaning ...
Presage To Victory (John Freeman Poems)
IThen first I knew, seeing that bent grey head,How England honours all her thousand dead.Then first I knew how faith ...
The Pigeons (John Freeman Poems)
The pigeons, following the faint warm light,Stayed at last on the roof till warmth was gone,Then in the mist that's ...
Sweet England (John Freeman Poems)
I heard a boy that climbed up Dover's HillSinging _Sweet England_, sweeter for his song.The notes crept muffled through the ...
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 ...
Thy Hill Leave Not (John Freeman Poems)
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 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 ...
From Wear To Thames (John Freeman Poems)
Is it because Spring now is comeThat my heart leaps in its bed of dust?Is it with sorrow or strange ...
Happiness (John Freeman Poems)
I have found happiness who looked not for it. There was a green fresh hedge, And willows by the river side, And whistling ...
The Kite (John Freeman Poems)
It was a dayAll blue and lifting white,When I went into the fields with FrankTo fly his kite. The fields were ...
Ten o’Clock No More (John Freeman Poems)
The wind has thrownThe boldest of trees down.Now disgraced it lies,Naked in spring beneath the drifting skies,Naked and still.It was ...
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 Winds (John Freeman Poems)
In these green fields, in this green spring,In this green world of burning sweetThat drives its sour from everythingAnd burns ...
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 ...
Let Me In (John Freeman Poems)
LET me in, let me in!O, I have seen, I have heardAt my window something strangeThreatening ill.-Come, fear nothing. 'Twas ...
Discovery (John Freeman Poems)
Beauty walked over the hills and made them bright.She in the long fresh grass scattered her rainsSparkling and glittering like ...
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 ...
To My Mother (John Freeman Poems)
No foreign tribute from a stranger-hand,Mother, I bring thee, whom not Heaven's songsWould as an alien reach.... Ah, but how ...
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 ...
Bring Your Beauty (John Freeman Poems)
Bring your beauty, bring your laughter, bring even your fears,Bring the grief that is, the joy that was in other ...
Prayer To My Lord (John Freeman Poems)
If ever Thou didst love me, love me now, When round me beat the flattering vans of life, Kissing with rapid breath ...
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 Beam (John Freeman Poems)
The dead white on the fields' dead whiteTurned the peace to misery.Tall bony trees their wild arms thrustInto the cold ...
I Heard A Voice Upon The Window Beat (John Freeman Poems)
I heard a voice upon the window beatAnd then grow dim, grow still.Opening I saw the snowy sillMarked with the ...
Listening (John Freeman Poems)
There is a place of grassWith daisies like white pools,Or shining islands in a seaOf brightening waves.Swallows, darting, brushThe waves ...
All That I Was I Am (John Freeman Poems)
Hateful it seems now, yet was I not happy?Starved of the things I loved, I did not knowI loved them, ...
The Full Tide (John Freeman Poems)
Now speaks the wave, whispering me of you;In all his murmur your music murmurs too.O 'tis your voice, my love, ...