John Freeman Poems

Happy are they whom men and women love,
And you were happy as a river that flows
Down between lonely hills, and knows
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O cover me, long gentle grasses,
Cover me with your seeding heads,
Cover me with your shaking limbs,
Cover me with your light soft hands,
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'Hallo, hallo!' impatiently he cried,
And I replied,
Sleepily, 'Hallo--hallo!'
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Your hands, your hands,
Fall upon mine as waves upon the sands.
O, soft as moonlight on the evening rose,
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I have found happiness who looked not for it.
There was a green fresh hedge,
And willows by the river side,
And whistling sedge.
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Bugle and battle-cry are still,
The long strife's over;
Low o'er the corpse-encumbered hill
The sad stars hover.
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They stood like men that hear immortal speech
Moving among their branches, and like trees
We stood and watched them, and in our still branches
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Now the long-bearded chilly-fingered winter
Over the green fields sweeps his cloak and leaves
Its whiteness there. It caught on the wild trees,
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I came to you quietly when you were lying
In perfect midnight sleep.
Your dark soft hair was all about your pillow,
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The naked stars, deep beyond deep,
Burn purely through the nerved night.
Over the narrow sleep
Of men tired of light;
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