Ivor Gurney Poems
- To His Love He's gone, and all our plans Are useless ...
- The Target I shot him, and it had to be One of us 'Twas him...
- The Silent One Who died on the wires, and hung there, one of ...
- To The Poet Before Battle Now, youth, the hour of thy dread ...
- To England--A Note I watched the boys of England where they ...
- Ballad Of The Three Spectres As I went up by Ovillers In mud...
- My Heart Makes Songs On Lonely... My heart makes songs on ...
Ivor Bertie Gurney (28 August 1890 - 26 December 1937) was an English composer and war poet.
Born at 3 Queen Street, Gloucester in 1890, Gurney sang as a chorister at Gloucester Cathedral, from 1900 to 1906, when he became an articled pupil of Dr Herbert Brewer at the cathedral. During this time he met composer Herbert Howells, also a pupil of Brewer, and, in 1908, he met the future ... more »
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To His Love
He's gone, and all our plans
Are useless indeed.
We'll walk no more on Cotswolds
Where the sheep feed
Quietly and take no heed.
His body that was so quick
Is not as you
Knew it, on Severn River
Under the blue
Driving our small boat through.
You would not know him now…
But still he died
Nobly, so cover him over
With violets of pride
Purple from Severn side.
Cover him, cover him soon!
And with thick-set
Masses of memoried flowers-
Hide that red wet
Thing I must somehow forget.