Poems

The Pity Of It I walked in loamy Wessex lanes, afar From rail-track and from highway, and I heard In field and farmstead many an ancient […]

The Puzzled Game-Birds They are not those who used to feed us When we were young–they cannot be – These shapes that now bereave and bleed […]

The Rambler I do not see the hills around, Nor mark the tints the copses wear; I do not note the grassy ground And constellated daisies […]

The Roman Road The Roman Road runs straight and bare As the pale parting-line in hair Across the heath. And thoughtful men Contrast its days of […]

The Ruined Maid “O ‘Melia, my dear, this does everything crown! Who could have supposed I should meet you in Town? And whence such fair garments, […]

The Self-Unseeing Here is the ancient floor, Footworn and hollowed and thin, Here was the former door Where the dead feet walked in. She sat here […]

The Selfsame Song A bird sings the selfsame song, With never a fault in its flow, That we listened to here those long Long years ago. […]

The Sergeant’s Song WHEN Lawyers strive to heal a breach, And Parsons practise what they preach; Then Little Boney he’ll pounce down, And march his men […]

The Sick God. I In days when men had joy of war, A God of Battles sped each mortal jar; The peoples pledged him heart and […]

The Slow Nature “THY husband–poor, poor Heart!–is dead– Dead, out by Moreford Rise; A bull escaped the barton-shed, Gored him, and there he lies!” –“Ha, ha–go […]