The Golden City of St. Mary (John Masefield Poems)
Out beyond the sunset could I but find the way,Is a sleepy blue laguna which widens to a bay,And there's ...
John Masefield Poems (65 Poems)
The Lemmings (John Masefield Poems)
Once in a hundred years the Lemmings comeWestward, in search of food, over the snow;Westward until the salt sea drowns ...
Sonnet II (John Masefield Poems)
Forget all these, the barren fool in power,The madman in command, the jealous O,The bitter world, biting its bitter hour,The ...
Twilight (John Masefield Poems)
Twilight it is, and the far woods are dim, and the rooks cry and call. Down in the valley the lamps, and ...
Cargoes (John Masefield Poems)
Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir,Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine,With a cargo of ivory,And apes and peacocks,Sandalwood, cedarwood, ...
Trade Winds (John Masefield Poems)
In the harbour, in the island, in the Spanish Seas,Are the tiny white houses and the orange-trees,And day-long, night-long, the ...
The Wild Duck (John Masefield Poems)
TwilightT. Red in the West.Dimness. A glow on the wood.The teams plod home to rest.The wild duck come to glean.O ...
On Eastnor Knoll (John Masefield Poems)
Silent are the woods, and the dim green boughs areHushed in the twilight: yonder, in the path throughThe apple orchard, ...
By a Bier-Side (John Masefield Poems)
This is a sacred city built of marvellous earth. Life was lived nobly here to give such beauty birth. Beauty was in ...
Beauty (John Masefield Poems)
I have seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hillsComing in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain:I ...
An Epilogue (John Masefield Poems)
I have seen flowers come in stony placesAnd kind things done by men with ugly faces,And the gold cup won ...
Trade Winds (John Masefield Poems)
IN the harbor, in the island, in the Spanish Seas, Are the tiny white houses and the orange trees, And ...
The Wanderer (John Masefield Poems)
ALL day they loitered by the resting ships, Telling their beauties over, taking stock; At night the verdict left my ...
A Creed (John Masefield Poems)
I HOLD that when a person dies His soul returns again to earth; Arrayed in some new flesh-disguise Another mother ...
The Seekers (John Masefield Poems)
FRIENDS and loves we have none, nor wealth nor blessed abode, But the hope of the City of God at ...
Captain Stratton’s Fancy (John Masefield Poems)
OH some are fond of red wine, and some are fond of white, And some are all for dancing by ...
The Yarn of the Loch Achray (John Masefield Poems)
The Loch Achray was a clipper tall With seven-and-twenty hands in all. Twenty to hand and reef and haul, A ...
Sea Fever (John Masefield Poems)
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is ...
C.L.M. (John Masefield Poems)
IN the dark womb where I began My mother's life made me a man. Through all the months of human ...
Cargoes (John Masefield Poems)
QUINQUIREME of Nineveh from distant Ophir, Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine, With a cargo of ivory, And apes ...
The Passing Strange (John Masefield Poems)
Out of the earth to rest or range Perpetual in perpetual change, The unknown passing through the strange. Water and ...
The West Wind (John Masefield Poems)
IT'S a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries; I never hear the west wind but tears are ...
Tewkesbury Road (John Masefield Poems)
IT is good to be out on the road, and going one knows not where, Going through meadow and village, ...
Sea Change (John Masefield Poems)
"Goneys an' gullies an' all o' the birds o' the sea They ain't no birds, not really", said Billy the ...
Sonnet (John Masefield Poems)
FLESH, I have knocked at many a dusty door, Gone down full many a midnight lane, Probed in old walls ...
Beauty (John Masefield Poems)
I HAVE seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hills Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of ...
Night Is On The Downland (John Masefield Poems)
Night is on the downland, on the lonely moorland, On the hills where the wind goes over sheep-bitten turf, Where ...
A Ballad of John Silver (John Masefield Poems)
We were schooner-rigged and rakish, with a long and lissome hull, And we flew the pretty colours of the crossbones ...
The Island of Skyros (John Masefield Poems)
Here, where we stood together, we three men, Before the war had swept us to the East Three thousand miles ...
On Growing Old (John Masefield Poems)
Be with me, Beauty, for the fire is dying; My dog and I are old, too old for roving. Man, ...