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 ...
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 ...
When this burning fleshBurns down in Time's slow fire to a glowing ash;When these lips have utteredThe last word, and ...
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 ...
Beneath the trees with heedful step and slow At night I go,Fearful upon their whispering to break Lest they awakeOut of those ...
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, ...
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 ...
Most comfortable Light,Light of the small lamp burning up the night,With dawn enleagued against the beaten dark;Pure golden perfect spark;Or ...
For the last time,The last, last time,The last ...All those last times have I lived through again,And every "last" renews ...
That other house, in the same crowded street,One red-tiled floor had, answering to my feet,And a bewildering garden all of ...
Nought is but beauty weareth, near and far, Under the pale, blue sky and lonely star. This is that quick hour when ...
The rain beat on me as I walked, In the roadside it ran and muttered.It seemed the rain to the wind ...
I could not love if my thought loved not too,Nor could my body touch the body of you,Unless first in ...
Rose-bosom'd and rose-limb'dWith eyes of dazzling brightShakes Venus mid the twined boughs of the night;Rose-limb'd, soft-steppingFrom low bough to boughShaking ...
They loiter round the Dock that holds yon ShipShuddering at the dark pool's defiled lipFrom springing bows to foam-deriding stern;They ...
Last night a sword-light in the skyFlashed a swift terror on the dark.In that sharp light the fields did lieNaked ...
It covered allThe cold east wall,Its green, thin gold, purple, brown,And flame running up and down;Lifting its quiet bosom to ...
It was a night of smell and dewWhen very old things seemed how new;When speech was softest in the stillAir ...
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