Barry Cornwall Poems
|2.||The Hunter’s Song||1/1/2004|
|3.||The Poet's Song To His Wife||1/1/2004|
|4.||The Stormy Petrel||1/1/2004|
|5.||Peace! What Do Tears Avail?||1/1/2004|
|8.||Song (Here's A Health To Thee, Mary...)||3/6/2012|
|9.||The Song Of A Felon's Wife||3/6/2012|
|10.||A Poet’s Thought||1/1/2004|
|11.||Serenade (Inesilla! I Am Here...)||3/6/2012|
|12.||The New-Born Baby's Song||1/1/2004|
|13.||The Old Witch In The Copse||1/1/2004|
|14.||A Petition To Time||1/1/2004|
|15.||Sit Down, Sad Soul||1/1/2004|
|19.||The Blood Horse||1/1/2004|
The Blood Horse
GAMARRA is a dainty steed,
Strong, black, and of a noble breed,
Full of fire, and full of bone,
With all his line of fathers known;
Fine his nose, his nostrils thin,
But blown abroad by the pride within!
His mane is like a river flowing,
And his eyes like embers glowing
In the darkness of the night,
And his pace as swift as light.
Look,—how ’round his straining throat
Grace and shifting beauty float!
Sinewy strength is on his reins,
And the red blood gallops through his veins;
Richer, redder, never ran
Through the ...
I wakened on my hot, hard bed;
Upon the pillow lay my head;
Beneath the pillow I could hear
My little watch was ticking clear.
I thought the throbbing of it went
Like my continual discontent;
I thought it said in every tick:
I am so sick, so sick, so sick:
O death, come quick, come quick, come quick,