John Freeman Poems
- Not With These Eyes Let me not see your grief! O, let not ...
- Happy Is England Now There is not anything more wonderful ...
- The Kite It was a day All blue and lifting white, When I ...
- All That I Was I Am Hateful it seems now, yet was I not ...
- Against The Cold Pale Sky Against the cold pale sky The elm ...
- November Skies Than these November skies Is no sky ...
- Take Care, Take Care Bind up, bind up your dark bright ...
John Frederick Freeman, (29 January 1880 – 23 September 1929), was an English poet and essayist, who gave up a successful career in insurance to write full time.
He was born in London, and started as an office boy aged 13. He was a close friend of Walter de la Mare from 1907, who lobbied hard with Edward Marsh to get Freeman into the Georgian Poetry series; with eventual success. De la ... more »
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Not With These Eyes
Let me not see your grief!
O, let not any see
Nor how your heart still rocks
Like a temple with long earthquake shocks.
Let me not see
These eyes have seen such wrong,
Yet remained cold:
Ills grown strong,
Corruption's many-headed worm
Destroying feet that moved so firm--
Shall these eyes see
And that black worm has crawled
Into the brain
Where thought had walked
Nobly, and love and honour moved as one,
And brave things bravely were begun....
Now, can thought see
Unabashed your ...