Poems

Night

Night From sleepless work, and a ne’er-setting sun, Imagination shrinking with affright, Turns with fresh thankfulness to thee, O Night. Come up the shaded East, silent, […]

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Noon

Noon At times a bird slides through the glossy air, O’er the enamelled woodlands; but no chirp Of song is heard: all’s dumb and panting heat. […]

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Our Young Painter

Our Young Painter The beetling shore he roamed, Black-bitten, honeycombed. High on the ness he watched the press Of mystery in the coming waves; Lo! back […]

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Recovery From Sickness

Recovery From Sickness The little boy lies still. Rufflings of leaves Give him their freshness; swallows from the eaves Twitter their matins sweet; and far away […]

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