• After Prayers, Lie Cold

    Arise my body, my small body, we have striven
    Enough, and He is merciful; we are forgiven.
    Arise small body, puppet-like and pale, and go,
    White as the bed-clothes into bed, and cold as snow,... more »

  • Alexandrines

    There is a house that most of all on earth I hate.
    Though I have passed through many sorrows and have been
    In bloody fields, sad seas, and countries desolate,
    Yet most I fear that empty house where the grasses green... more »

  • An Expostulation

    Against too many writers of science fiction

    Why did you lure us on like this,
    Light-year on light-year, through the abyss,... more »

  • Apology

    If men should ask, Despoina, why I tell
    Of nothing glad nor noble in my verse
    To lighten hearts beneath this present curse
    And build a heaven of dreams in real hell,... more »

  • As The Ruin Falls

    All this is flashy rhetoric about loving you.
    I never had a selfless thought since I was born.
    I am mercenary and self-seeking through and through:
    I want God, you, all friends, merely to serve my turn.... more »

  • Ballade Mystique

    The big, red-house is bare and lone
    The stony garden waste and sere
    With blight of breezes ocean blown
    To pinch the wakening of the year;... more »

  • Cliche Came Out Of Its Cage

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    You said 'The world is going back to Paganism'.
    Oh bright Vision! I saw our dynasty in the bar of the House... more »

  • De Profundis

    Come let us curse our Master ere we die,
    For all our hopes in endless ruin lie.
    The good is dead. Let us curse God most High.

    Four thousand years of toil and hope and thought... more »

  • Death In Battle

    Open the gates for me,
    Open the gates of the peaceful castle, rosy in the West,
    In the sweet dim Isle of Apples over the wide sea’s breast,

    Open the gates for me!... more »

  • Dungeon Grates

    So piteously the lonely soul of man
    Shudders before this universal plan,
    So grievous is the burden and the pain,
    So heavy weighs the long, material chain... more »

  • Evolutionary Hymn

    Lead us, Evolution, lead us
    Up the future's endless stair;
    Chop us, change us, prod us, weed us.
    For stagnation is despair:... more »

  • French Nocturne (Monchy-Le-Preux)

    Long leagues on either hand the trenches spread
    And all is still; now even this gross line
    Drinks in the frosty silences divine
    The pale, green moon is riding overhead.... more »

  • Here The Whole World

    Here the whole world (stars, water, air,
    And field, and forest, as they were
    Reflected in a single mind)
    Like cast off clothes was left behind... more »

  • Hesperus

    Through the starry hollow
    Of the summer night
    I would follow, follow
    Hesperus the bright,... more »

  • How He Saw Angus, The God

    I heard the swallow sing in the eaves and rose
    All in a strange delight while others slept,
    And down the creaking stair, alone, tip-toes,
    So carefully I crept.... more »

  • Hymn (For Boys' Voices)

    All the things magicians do
    Could be done by me and you
    Freely, if we only knew.

    Human children every day... more »

  • In Praise Of Solid People

    Thank God that there are solid folk
    Who water flowers and roll the lawn,
    And sit an sew and talk and smoke,
    And snore all through the summer dawn.... more »

  • In Prison

    I cried out for the pain of man,
    I cried out for my bitter wrath
    Against the hopeless life that ran
    For ever in a circling path... more »

  • Irish Nocturne

    Now the grey mist comes creeping up
    From the waste ocean’s weedy strand
    And fills the valley, as a cup
    If filled of evil drink in a wizard’s hand;... more »

  • L’apprenti Sorcier

    Suddenly there came to me
    The music of a mighty sea
    That on a bare and iron shore
    Thundered with a deeper roar... more »

  • Le Roi S’amuse

    Jove gazed
    On woven mazes
    Of patterned movement as the atoms whirled.
    His glance turned... more »

  • Lullaby

    Lullaby! Lullaby!
    There’s a tower strong and high
    Built of oak and brick and stone,
    Stands before a wood alone.... more »

  • Milton Read Again (In Surrey)

    Three golden months while summer on us stole
    I have read your joyful tale another time,
    Breathing more freely in that larger clime
    And learning wiselier to deserve the whole.... more »

  • Night

    After the fret and failure of this day,
    And weariness of thought, O Mother Night,
    Come with soft kiss to soothe our care away
    And all our little tumults set to right;... more »

  • Night (Ii)

    I know a little Druid wood
    Where I would slumber if I could
    And have the murmuring of the stream
    To mingle with a midnight dream... more »