Daily Archives: August 24, 2016

Poem – The South Country

When I am living in the Midlands  That are sodden and unkind,  I light my lamp in the evening:  My work is left behind;  And the great hills of the South Country  Come back into my mind.  The great hills … Continue reading

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Poem – Rebel 

There is a wall of which the stones  Are lies and bribes and dead men’s bones.  And wrongfully this evil wall  Denies what all men made for all,  And shamelessly this wall surrounds  Our homesteads and our native grounds.  But … Continue reading

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Poem – The Wantaritencant 

It watched me in the cradle laid, and from my boyhood’s home It  glared above my shoulder-blade when I wrote my first “pome”; It’s sidled by me ever since, with greeny eyes aslant— It is the thing (O, Priest and … Continue reading

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Poem – The Voice from Over Yonder

“Did she care as much as I did When our paths of Fate divided? Was the love, then, all onesided— Did she understand or care?” Slowly fall the moments leaden, And the silence seems to deaden— And a voice from … Continue reading

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Poem – Vanguard

While the crippled cruisers stagger where the blind horizon dips, And the ocean ooze is rising round the sunken battle-ships, While the battered wrecks, unnoticed, with their mangled crews drift past— Let me fire one gun for Russia, though that … Continue reading

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