John Freeman Poems

The red sun stared unwinking at the East
Then slept under a cloak of hodden gray;
The rimy fields held the last light of day,
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If thou hast grief
And passion vex the spirit that is in thee--

There was a stony beach
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Where are you going with eyes so dull,
You whose eyes were beautiful,
You whose hair with the light was gay,
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It is here--the lime-tree in the garden path,
The lilac by the wall, the ivied wall
That was so high, the heavy, close-leaved creeper,
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Merrily shouted all the sailors
As they left the town behind;
Merrily shouted they and gladdened
At the slip-slap of the wind.
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Let Honour speak, for only Honour can
End nobly what in nobleness began.
Nor hate nor anger may, though just their cause,
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LET me in, let me in!
O, I have seen, I have heard
At my window something strange
Threatening ill.
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You were a gipsy as you bent
Your dark hair over the black grate.
Hardly the west light above the hill
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There is a place of grass
With daisies like white pools,
Or shining islands in a sea
Of brightening waves.
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How green and strange the light is,
Creeping through the window.
Lying alone in bed,
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