John Masefield

(1 June 1878 – 12 May 1967 / Herefordshire / England)

Poems of John Masefield

If you see a poem only with title, it is listed that way because of copyright reasons.
41. The West Wind 12/31/2002
42. The Wild Duck 4/3/2010
43. The Yarn of the Loch Achray 12/31/2002
44. Trade Winds 12/31/2002
45. Twilight 4/3/2010

Tewkesbury Road

IT is good to be out on the road, and going one knows not where,
Going through meadow and village, one knows not whither or why;
Through the grey light drift of the dust, in the keen cool rush of the air,
Under the flying white clouds, and the broad blue lift of the sky.

And to halt at the chattering brook, in a tall green fern at the brink
Where the harebell grows, and the gorse, and the foxgloves purple and white;
Where the shifty-eyed delicate deer troop down to the brook to dri

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