Poems

Villanelle We said farewell, my youth and I, When all fair dreams were gone or going, And Love’s red lips were cold and dry. When white […]

Voices Tjere are three mighty Voices that always Cry out to God to speed His Judgment Day. The Voice of Devils, weary long ago Of dragging […]

When London calls They leave us – artists, singers, all – When London calls aloud, Commanding to her Festival The gifted crowd. She sits beside the […]

Wrecked Illusions You are now in London town, Louis Becke, Keeping up your old renown, Writing yarns of women brown, Getting yellow money down, Or a […]

Years Ago THE old dead flowers of bygone summers, The old sweet songs that are no more sung, The rose-red dawns that were welcome comers When […]

And so it ends And so it ends, We who were lovers may be friends. I have some weeks in which to steel My heart and […]

Beechwoods at Knole How do I love you, beech-trees, in the autumn, Your stone-grey columns a cathedral nave Processional above the earth’s brown glory! I was […]

Days I enjoy Days I enjoy are days when nothing happens, When I have no engagements written on my block, When no one comes to disturb […]

Leopards at Knole Leopards on the gable-ends, Leopards on the painted stair, Stiff the blazoned shield they bear, Or and gules, a bend of vair, Leopards […]

Moonlight What time the meanest brick and stone Take on a beauty not their own, And past the flaw of builded wood Shines the intention whole […]