Poems

First Tale: Herodion and Azala: Part Two Slow o’er Herodion went the night and day, As deeply wounded on his bed he lay. Well had he […]

Fitte The First Sing, woodland Muse, Frank Sylvan, brave old buck! In nankeens, he, white stockings, waistcoat white, Green coat, and linen of the amplest cut, […]

Fitte The Second Oh now the summer woods! Oh now the joy To haunt their tangled depths, with curious eye Watching the wild folk of the […]

Fitte The Third Take, sportive Health, your tasselled horn and blow, What time the breezes of the Autumnal hill Lift your light locks of youth, and […]

Flowers of The Old Scottish Thistle: Flower The First: Maid Marion Look in and fear not, yet with reverence look; Silent and dark, but holy is […]

Flowers of The Old Scottish Thistle: Flower The Second: Maude Of Raventree Behold, behold, from out the shadowy Past Our Scottish fathers start! They start, they […]

Genius I Eye of the brain and heart, O Genius, inner sight, Wonders from the familiar start In thy decisive light. Wide and deep the eye […]

Grandmother I Far through the snows of winter come To share his widowed Grannie’s home, The Orphan Boy lays down his head Weary on his little […]

Monkwood: Part First “I’ve done my work: o’er belts and breadths of earth, Regions, and parallels, and wide degrees, I’ve hunted him: I’ve done him down […]

Monkwood: Part Second Pride, wrath, revenge, the passions of his blood, All dead; repentant o’er the pondered past, And summing up the actions of the day, […]