Poems

Hendecasyllabics O you chorus of indolent reviewers, Irresponsible, indolent reviewers, Look, I come to the test, a tiny poem All composed in a metre of Catullus, […]

Home They Brought Her Warrior Dead Home they brought her warrior dead: She nor swooned, nor uttered cry: All her maidens, watching, said, ‘She must weep […]

How Thought You That This Thing Could Captivate? How thought you that this thing could captivate? What are those graces that could make her dear, Who […]

Idylls Of The King: Song From The Marriage Of Geraint Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud; Turn thy wild wheel thro’ sunshine, storm, […]

Idylls of the King: The Last Tournament (excerpt) Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur’s Table Round, At Camelot, high […]

Idylls of the King: The Marriage of Geraint Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud; Turn thy wild wheel thro’ sunshine, storm, and cloud; […]

Idylls of the King: The Passing of Arthur (excerpt) That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, […]

In Memoriam 131: O Living Will That Shalt Endure O living will that shalt endure When all that seems shall suffer shock, Rise in the spiritual […]

In Memoriam 16: I envy not in any moods I envy not in any moods The captive void of noble rage, The linnet born within the […]

In Memoriam 3: O Sorrow, Cruel Fellowship O Sorrow, cruel fellowship, O Priestess in the vaults of Death, O sweet and bitter in a breath, What […]