Frederick William (FW) Harvey Poems

Comrades of risk and rigour long ago
Who have done battle under honour's name,
Hoped (living or shot down) some meed of fime,
And wooed bright Danger for a thrilling kiss, —
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Walking round our cages like the lions at the

Zoo,
We think of things that we have done, and things

we mean to do :
Of girls we left behind us, of letters that are due,
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How should I sing you ? — you who dwell unseen
Within the darkest chamber of my heart.
What picturesque and inward-turning art

Could shadow forth the image of my queen.
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Outside, white snow
And freezing mire.
The heart of the house
Is a blazing fire !
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Once, I remember, when we were at home
I had come into church, and waited late,
Ere lastly kneeling to communicate
Alone : and thinking that you would not come.
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Oh pleasant things there be
Without this prison yard :

Fields green, and many a tree
With shadow on the sward,
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Here where no tree changes,
Here in a prison of pine,

I think how Autumn ranges
The country that is mine.
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Old year, farewell !

Much have you given which was ill to bear :
Much have taken which was dear, so dear :
Much have you spoken which was ill to hear ;
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In general, if you want a man to do a dangerous

job : —
Say, swim the Channel, climb St. Paul's, or break

into and rob
The Bank of England, why, you find his wages

must be higher
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