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 Snow (13 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 ...
Time From His Grave (John Freeman Poems)
When the south-west wind cameThe air grew bright and sweet, as though a flameHad cleansed the world of winter. The ...
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 Evening Sky (John Freeman Poems)
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 ...
The Creeper (John Freeman Poems)
It covered allThe cold east wall,Its green, thin gold, purple, brown,And flame running up and down;Lifting its quiet bosom to ...
Change (John Freeman Poems)
A late and lonely figure stains the snow, Into the thickening darkness dims and dies.Heavily homeward now the last rooks go, And ...
The Red House (John Freeman Poems)
On the wide fields the water gleams like snow,And snow like water pale beneath pale sky,When old and burdened the ...
Old Fires (John Freeman Poems)
The fire burns lowWhere it has burned ages ago,Sinks and sighsAs it has done to a hundred eyesStaring, staringAt the ...
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 ...
Delight (John Freeman Poems)
Winter is fallen On the wretched grass,Dark winds have stolen All the colour that was.No leaf shivers:The bare boughs bend and creak ...
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 ...