Poems

To William Sharp

To William Sharp The waves about Iona dirge, The wild winds trumpet over Skye; Shrill around Arran’s cliff-bound verge The gray gulls cry. Spring wraps its […]

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Wheat

Wheat Behold a billowy sea of golden spears That to and fro in every breeze that blows Tosses its amber waves and proudly shows Bright scarlet […]

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The Blind Boy

The Blind Boy O SAY what is that thing call’d Light, Which I must ne’er enjoy; What are the blessings of the sight, O tell your […]

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