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between the birk and the aik and the thorn
he's laid his brother to lie forlorn
and the wind wears owre the heather | img2poems |
between the bent and the burn and the broom
he's laid him to sleep till dawn of doom
and the wind wears owre the heather | img2poems |
he's tane him owre the waters wide
afar to fleet and afar to bide
and the wind wears owre the heather | img2poems |
his hair was yellow his cheek was red
when he set his face to the wind and fled
and the wind wears owre the heather | img2poems |
his banes were stark and his een were bright
when he set his face to the sea by night
and the wind wears owre the heather | img2poems |
his cheek was wan and his hair was grey
when he came back hame frae the wide world's way
and the wind wears owre the heather | img2poems |
his banes were weary his een were dim
and nae man lived and had mind of him
and the wind wears owre the heather | img2poems |
o whatten a wreck wad they seek on land
that they houk the turf to the seaward hand
and the wind wears owre the heather | img2poems |
o whatten a prey wad they think to take
that they delve the dykes for a dead man's sake
and the wind wears owre the heather | img2poems |
o whatten a slayer is this they said
that the straik of his hand should raise his dead
and the wind wears owre the heather | img2poems |
o weel is me for the sign i take
that now i may die for my auld sin's sake
and the wind wears owre the heather | img2poems |
for the dead was in wait now fifty year
and now shall i die for his blood's sake here
and the wind wears owre the heather | img2poems |
storm and shame and fraud and darkness fill the nations full with night
hope and fear whose eyes yearn eastward have but fire and sword in sight
one alone whose name is one with glory sees and seeks the light | img2poems |
hellas mother of the spirit sole supreme in war and peace
land of light whose word remembered bids all fear and sorrow cease
lives again while freedom lightens eastward yet for sons of greece | img2poems |
greece where only men whose manhood was as godhead ever trod
bears the blind world witness yet of light wherewith her feet are shod
freedom armed of greece was always very man and very god | img2poems |
now the winds of old that filled her sails with triumph when the fleet
bound for death from asia fled before them stricken wake to greet
ships full-winged again for freedom toward the sacred shores of crete | img2poems |
there was god born man the song that spake of old time said: and there
man made even as god by trust that shows him nought too dire to dare
now may light again the beacon lit when those we worship were | img2poems |
sharp the concert wrought of discord shrills the tune of shame and death
turk by christian fenced and fostered mecca backed by nazareth
all the powerless powers tongue-valiant breathe but greed's or terror's breath | img2poems |
though the tide that feels the west wind lift it wave by widening wave
wax not yet to height and fullness of the storm that smites to save
none shall bid the flood back seaward till no bar be left to brave | img2poems |
in the sun-coloured mists of the sunrise and sunset that steam
as incense from urns of the twilight her portals ajar
let pass as a shadow the light of the sound of a dream | img2poems |
the snake that felt thy heel upon her head
night's first-born writhes as though she were not dead
but strikes not stings not slays not as before | img2poems |
the shadow shed round those we love shines bright
as love's own face when death sleep's gentler twin
from them divides us even as night from light | img2poems |
his years were full: his years were joyous: why
must love be sorrow when his gracious name
recalls his lovely life of limb and eye | img2poems |
a child's light hands whose touch makes flowers more fair
keep fair as these for many a march and may
the light of days that are because they were | img2poems |
a babe's hands open as to greet
the tender touch of ours
and mock with motion faint and fleet | img2poems |
what man would risk the danger twice
nor quake from head to heel
whom would not one such test suffice | img2poems |
what heart of man dare hold the lists
against such odds and such
sweet vantage as no strength resists | img2poems |
lo the cloud of his ships that crowd her channel's inlet with storm sublime
darker far than the tempests are that sweep the skies of her northmost clime
huge and dense as the walls that fence the secret darkness of unknown time | img2poems |
squadrons proud as their lords and loud with tramp of soldiers and chant of priests
slaves there told by the thousandfold made fast in bondage as herded beasts
lords and slaves that the sweet free waves shall feed on satiate with funeral feasts | img2poems |
full july in the fervent sky sets forth her twentieth of changing morns
winds fall mild that of late waxed wild: no presage whispers or wails or warns
far to west on the bland sea's breast a sailing crescent uprears her horns | img2poems |
but the lord of darkness the god whose love is a flaming fire
the master whose mercy fulfils wide hell till its torturers tire
he shall surely have heed of his servants who serve him for love not hire | img2poems |
they shall fetter the wing of the wind whose pinions are plumed with foam
for now shall thy horn be exalted and now shall thy bolt strike home
yea now shall thy kingdom come lord god of the priests of rome | img2poems |
they shall cast thy curb on the waters and bridle the waves of the sea
they shall say to her peace be still: and stillness and peace shall be
and the winds and the storms shall hear them and tremble and worship thee | img2poems |
thy breath shall darken the morning and wither the mounting sun
and the daysprings frozen and fettered shall know thee and cease to run
the heart of the world shall feel thee and die and thy will be done | img2poems |
the spirit of man that would sound thee and search out causes of things
shall shrink and subside and praise thee: and wisdom with plume-plucked wings
shall cower at thy feet and confess thee that none may fathom thy springs | img2poems |
the fountains of song that await but the wind of an april to be
to burst the bonds of the winter and speak with the sound of a sea
the blast of thy mouth shall quench them: and song shall be only of thee | img2poems |
the days that are dead shall quicken the seasons that were shall return
and the streets and the pastures of england the woods that burgeon and yearn
shall be whitened with ashes of women and children and men that burn | img2poems |
yea so shall thy kingdom be stablished and so shall the signs of it be
and the world shall know and the wind shall speak and the sun shall see
that these are the works of thy servants whose works bear witness to thee | img2poems |
but the dusk of the day falls fruitless whose light should have lit them on
sails flash through the gloom to shoreward eclipsed as the sun that shone
and the west wind wakes with dawn and the hope that was here is gone | img2poems |
around they wheel and around two knots to the spaniard's one
the wind-swift warriors of england who shoot as with shafts of the sun
with fourfold shots for the spaniard's that spare not till day be done | img2poems |
and the wind with the sundown sharpens and hurtles the ships to the lee
and spaniard on spaniard smites and shatters and yields and we
ere battle begin stand lords of the battle acclaimed of the sea | img2poems |
and the day sweeps round to the nightward and heavy and hard the waves
roll in on the herd of the hurtling galleons and masters and slaves
reel blind in the grasp of the dark strong wind that shall dig their graves | img2poems |
for the sepulchres hollowed and shaped of the wind in the swerve of the seas
the graves that gape for their pasture and laugh thrilled through by the breeze
the sweet soft merciless waters await and are fain of these | img2poems |
as the hiss of a python heaving in menace of doom to be
they hear through the clear night round them whose hours are as clouds that flee
the whisper of tempest sleeping the heave and the hiss of the sea | img2poems |
but faith is theirs and with faith are they girded and helmed and shod
invincible are they almighty elect for a sword and a rod
invincible even as their god is omnipotent infinite god | img2poems |
in him is their strength who have sworn that his glory shall wax not dim
in his name are their war-ships hallowed as mightiest of all that swim
the men that shall cope with these and conquer shall cast out him | img2poems |
sixtus pope of the church whose hope takes flight for heaven to dethrone the sun
philip king that wouldst turn our spring to winter blasted appalled undone
prince and priest let a mourner's feast give thanks to god for your conquest won | img2poems |
england hates thee as hell's own gates and england triumphs and rome bows down
england mocks at thee england's rocks cast off thy servants to drive and drown
england loathes thee and fame betroths and plights with england her faith for crown | img2poems |
spain clings fast to thee spain aghast with anguish cries to thee where art thou
spain puts trust in thee lo the dust that soils and darkens her prostrate brow
spain is true to thy service who shall raise up spain for thy service now | img2poems |
lords of night who would breathe your blight on april's morning and august's noon
god your lord the condemned the abhorred sinks hellward smitten with deathlike swoon
death's own dart in his hateful heart now thrills and night shall receive him soon | img2poems |
god the devil thy reign of revel is here for ever eclipsed and fled
god the liar everlasting fire lays hold at last on thee hand and head
god the accurst the consuming thirst that burns thee never shall here be fed | img2poems |
england queen of the waves whose green inviolate girdle enrings thee round
mother fair as the morning where is now the place of thy foemen found
still the sea that salutes us free proclaims them stricken acclaims thee crowned | img2poems |
greed and fraud unabashed unawed may strive to sting thee at heel in vain
craft and fear and mistrust may leer and mourn and murmur and plead and plain
thou art thou: and thy sunbright brow is hers that blasted the strength of spain | img2poems |
o hearts that strain and burn
as fires fast fettered burn and strain
bow down lie still and learn | img2poems |
but heavens beyond us yearn
yea heights of heaven above the sway
of stars that eyes discern | img2poems |
night sinks on the soul and the stars as they gleam
speak menace or mourning with tongues to reprove us
that we deemed of them better than terror may deem | img2poems |
april made me: winter laid me here away asleep
bright as maytime was my daytime night is soft and deep
though the morrow bring forth sorrow well are ye that weep | img2poems |
ye that held me dear beheld me not a twelvemonth long
all the while ye saw me smile ye knew not whence the song
came that made me smile and laid me here and wrought you wrong | img2poems |
angels calling from your brawling world one undefiled
homeward bade me and forbade me here to rest beguiled
here i sleep not: pass and weep not here upon your child | img2poems |
the love made strong with knowledge whence confirmed
the whole soul takes assurance and the past
lives present life and mingles first with last | img2poems |
o mother where is my great green bed
silk at the foot and gold at the head
mother my mother | img2poems |
she laid her cheek to the velvet and vair
one with another
she laid her arms up under her hair | img2poems |
her gold hair fell through her arms fu' low
one with another
lord god bring me out of woe | img2poems |
her gold hair fell in the gay reeds green
one with another
lord god bring me out of teen | img2poems |
he kissed her down by her breast-flowers red
one with another
they were like river-flowers dead | img2poems |
as all men's hearts grew godlike in one bird
and all those hearts cried on thee crying with might
hear us o mother night | img2poems |
forgive me that with bitter words like his
i mix the gentlest english name that is
the tenderest held of all that know not death | img2poems |
peace upon earth thou knewest not: now being dead
rest with nor curse nor blessing on thine head
where high-strung hate and strenuous envy cease | img2poems |
first edition
reprinted
may | img2poems |
oh never a doubt but somewhere i shall wake
and give what's left of love again and make
new friends now strangers | img2poems |
where the first crocus buds unfold
we found these petals near the cold
swift river-bed | img2poems |
beneath the rocks where ivy-frond
puts forth new leaves to gleam beyond
those lately dead | img2poems |
never more will the wind
cherish you again
never more will the rain | img2poems |
never more
shall we find you bright
in the snow and wind | img2poems |
the snow is melted
the snow is gone
and you are flown | img2poems |
like a bird out of our hand
like a light out of our heart
you are gone | img2poems |
here in our wicker-trays
we bring the first faint blossoming
of fragrant bays | img2poems |
(ah love
so her fair breasts will shine
with the faint shadow above | img2poems |
from citron-bower be her bed
cut from branch of tree a-flower
fashioned for her maidenhead | img2poems |
from lydian apples sweet of hue
cut the width of board and lathe
carve the feet from myrtle-wood | img2poems |
let the palings of her bed
be quince and box-wood overlaid
with the scented bark of yew | img2poems |
that all the wood in blossoming
may calm her heart and cool her blood
for losing of her maidenhood | img2poems |
what of her
mistress of death
what of his kiss | img2poems |
beauty is set apart
from the islands
and from greece | img2poems |
in my garden
even the wind-flowers lie flat
broken by the wind at last | img2poems |
what is rhodes crete
what is paros facing west
what white imbros | img2poems |
flower sent to flower
for white hands the lesser white
less lovely of flower leaf | img2poems |
can the spice-rose
drip such acrid fragrance
hardened in a leaf | img2poems |
your lights are but dank shoals
slate and pebble and wet shells
and seaweed fastened to the rocks | img2poems |
with the turn and grasp of your wrist
and the chords' stretch
there is a glint like worn brass | img2poems |
life is a scavenger's pit i escape
i only rejecting it
lying here on this couch | img2poems |
the house too was like this
over painted over lovely
the world is like this | img2poems |
i have had enough
border-pinks clove-pinks wax-lilies
herbs sweet-cress | img2poems |
treasure
spilled near the shrub-pines
to bleach on the boulders | img2poems |
and the marsh dragged one back
and another perished under the cliff
and the tide swept you out | img2poems |
you stood almost level
with the lance-bearers
and so slight | img2poems |
you are clear
o rose cut in rock
hard as the descent of hail | img2poems |
i could scrape the colour
from the petals
like spilt dye from a rock | img2poems |
o wind rend open the heat
cut apart the heat
rend it to tatters | img2poems |
i wondered at you
i shouted dear mysterious beautiful
white myrtle-flesh | img2poems |
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