Poems

My Shy Hand My shy hand shades a hermitage apart, – O large enough for thee, and thy brief hours. Life there is sweeter held than […]

On My Songs Though unseen Poets, many and many a time, Have answered me as if they knew my woe, And it might seem have fashioned […]

Red lips are not so red Red lips are not so red As the stained stones kissed by the English dead. Kindness of wooed and wooer […]

S.I.W. “I will to the King, And offer him consolation in his trouble, For that man there has set his teeth to die, And being one […]

Schoolmistress Schoolmistress Having, with bold Horatius, stamped her feet And waved a final swashing arabesque O’er the brave days of old, she ceased to bleat, Slapped […]

Shadwell Stair I am the ghost of Shadwell Stair. Along the wharves by the water-house, And through the cavernous slaughter-house, I am the shadow that walks […]

Six o’clock in Princes Street In twos and threes, they have not far to roam, Crowds that thread eastward, gay of eyes; Those seek no further […]

Smile, Smile, Smile Head to limp head, the sunk-eyed wounded scanned Yesterday’s Mail; the casualties (typed small) And (large) Vast Booty from our Latest Haul. Also, […]

Soldier’s Dream I dreamed kind Jesus fouled the big-gun gears; And caused a permanent stoppage in all bolts; And buckled with a smile Mausers and Colts; […]

Song of Songs Sing me at morn but only with your laugh; Even as Spring that laugheth into leaf; Even as Love that laugheth after Life. […]