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 ...
In thin clear light unshadowed shapes go bySmall on green fields beneath the hueless sky.They do not stay for question, ...
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 ...
And now, while the dark vast earth shakes and rocksIn this wild dream-like snare of mortal shocks,How look (I muse) ...
Happy are they whom men and women love,And you were happy as a river that flowsDown between lonely hills, and ...
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 ...
Away, away--Through that strange void and vastBrimmed with dying day;Away,So that I feelOnly the windOf the world's swift-rolling wheel.See what ...
It was like floating in a blessed dream to roamAcross green meadows, far from home,With only trees and quivering sky ...
How could I know, how could I guessThat here was your great happiness--In mine? And how could I knowYour love ...
Distance no grace can lend you, but for meDistance yet magnifies your mystery.With you, and soon content, I ask how ...
Now the long-bearded chilly-fingered winterOver the green fields sweeps his cloak and leavesIts whiteness there. It caught on the wild ...
Sleep, sleep, you great and dim trees, sleeping onThe still warm, tender cheek of night,And with her cloudy hairBrushed: sleep, ...
Gentle as the air that kissesThe splendid and ignoble with one breath,Gentle as obliterating Death--Though you be gentler yet,In days ...
The moon gave no light.The clouds rode slowly over, broad and white,From the soft south west.The wind, that cannot rest,Soothed ...
Yet when I am alone my eyes say, Come.My hands cannot be still.In that first moment all my senses ache,Cells, ...
Thy hand my hand,Thine eyes my eyes,All of theeCaught and confused with me:My hand thy hand,My eyes thine eyes,All of ...
Hateful it seems now, yet was I not happy?Starved of the things I loved, I did not knowI loved them, ...
The earth is purple in the evening light,The grass is graver green.The gold among the meadows darker glows,In the quieted ...
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