Daphne Grant Poems

Round and round the dresses swirling
Arms now waving, as the scene mind
fed only begins to fulfil a dream
Tchaikovski planted there.
...

With Peter Barkworth as Sassoon,
And his imaginary torn platoon,
We wandered through a long time past
Relived again the horrors in the grime.
...

Glowering, the rain comes over Will's Mothers
Glowering, the storm,
Spills rain on the trembling leaf.
Far in the distance stands,
...

Ah: the verde smells so sweet,
Around the school where
Where sweethearts meet.
Where honeysuckle in summer blooms,
...

When summer comes
And daises on green lawns appear
And chestnut candles stand high apon the bow,
And ladies lightly clad; some dream endear,
...

How miserable the world in winter seems
Dark drear, the meadows near the stream.
I see the tree from my window there
Starkley dripping; strakley bare.
...

If you should walk in Romsey park,
Be sure it's in the spring.
Every few paces you will see,
A pleasant line of poetry.
...

Oh Pat, this grief you left with me,
In November will not stay it's hand,
To add to general gloom, it's band
Will a long time play
...

In summertime I will not come
To the house you called home in Goldington
Where two tall fir trees linger yet,
Inside the brick wall there so red.
...

Hush where she sleeps, no angel's wing,
Can wake that heart of gold
Or that sweet voice no angel match,
it had a ring untold.
...