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 ...
John Freeman Poems on Nature (56 Poems)
Against The Cold Pale Sky (John Freeman Poems)
Against the cold pale skyThe elm tree company rose high.All the fine hues of dayThat flowered so bold had died ...
Perversities – I (John Freeman Poems)
Now come,And I that moment will forget you.Sit hereAnd in your eyes I shall not see you.Speak, speakThat I no ...
The Call (John Freeman Poems)
Is it the wind that stirs the trees,Is it the trees that scratch the wall, Is it the wall that shakes ...
Beyond The Barn (John Freeman Poems)
I rose up with the sunAnd climbed the hill.I saw the white mists runAnd shadows runDown into hollow woods.I went ...
Snows (John Freeman Poems)
Now the long-bearded chilly-fingered winterOver the green fields sweeps his cloak and leavesIts whiteness there. It caught on the wild ...
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, ...
Wilder Music (John Freeman Poems)
Came the same cuckoo's cry All day across the mead.Flitted the butterfly All day dittering over my head.Came a bleak crawk-caw Between tall ...
Queens (John Freeman Poems)
The red sun stared unwinking at the EastThen slept under a cloak of hodden gray;The rimy fields held the last ...
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 ...
The Men Who Loved The Cause That Never Dies (John Freeman Poems)
O come you down from the far hillsWhereon you fought, triumphed and died,Men at whose names the quick blood thrillsAnd ...
Last Hours (John Freeman Poems)
A gray day and quiet, With slow clouds of gray,And in dull air a cloud that falls, falls All day. The naked and ...
Strife (John Freeman Poems)
The wind fought with the angry trees.All morning in immense uneaseThey wrestled, and ruin strawed the ground, And the north sky ...
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 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 ...
Eyes (John Freeman Poems)
A winter sky of pale blue and pale gold,Bare trees, a wind that made the wood-path cold,And one slow-moving figure, ...
The Yew (John Freeman Poems)
The moon gave no light.The clouds rode slowly over, broad and white,From the soft south west.The wind, that cannot rest,Soothed ...
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 ...
The Tree (John Freeman Poems)
Oh, like a treeLet me grow up to Thee! And like a TreeSend down my roots to Thee. Let my leaves stirIn ...
The Haunted Shadow (John Freeman Poems)
Fair Trees, O keep from chattering soWhen I with my more fair do go Beneath your branches;For if I laugh with ...
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 Silver One (John Freeman Poems)
Clear from the deep sky pours the moonHer silver on the heavy dark;The small stars blink.Against the moon the maple ...
More Than Sweet (John Freeman Poems)
The noisy fire,The drumming wind,The creaking trees,And all that humOf summer airAnd all the long inquietudeOf breaking seas----Sweet and delightful ...
Memorial (John Freeman Poems)
The wild October skyRises not so high,The tree's roots that creepInto the earth's body thrust not so deepAs our high ...
The Holy Mountains (John Freeman Poems)
The holy mountains,The gay streams,Heavy shadows,And tall, trembling trees;The light that sleepsBetween the heavy shadows,Wind that creepsFaintly, from far-off seas----The ...
The Unthrift (John Freeman Poems)
Here in the shade of the treeThe hours go bySilent and swift,Lightly as birds fly.Then the deep clouds broaden and ...