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 Water (14 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 ...
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 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 ...
The Body (John Freeman Poems)
When I had dreamed and dreamed what woman's beauty was,And how that beauty seen from unseen surely flowed,I turned and ...
The Fire (John Freeman Poems)
Near the house flowed, or paused, the black Canal,Edged by the timber piles so black and tall.From the rotten fence ...
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 Light That Never Was On Sea Or Land (John Freeman Poems)
O gone are now those eager great glad days of days, but I remember Yet even yet the light that turned ...
Fear (John Freeman Poems)
There was a child that screamed,And if it was the gathering tingling dark,Or if it was the tingling silencesBetween few ...
The Herd (John Freeman Poems)
The roaming sheep, forbidden to roam far,Were stayed within the shadow of his eye.The sheep-dog on that unseen shadow's edgeMoved, ...
The Bright Rider (John Freeman Poems)
All the night through I drankSleep like water or cool cider;Life flowed over and I sankDown below the night of ...
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 ...
The Image (John Freeman Poems)
I am a river flowing round your hill,Holding your image in my lingering water,With imaged white clouds rising round your ...