Lord Dunsany Poems
- Night Night falls on the lone Sahara, and spark by ...
- Where The Tides Ebb And Flow The ebb came And I saw the dead...
- Songs From An Evil Wood I. There is no wrath in the ...
- The Memory I watch the doctors walking with the nurses to and...
- The German Airman Not in the stone you smashed dwelt ...
- The Old Bells I cannot see the end: I cannot see When we ...
- Rhymes From A Suburb When smoke into aether went, And dust ...
Edward John Moreton Drax Plunkett, 18th Baron of Dunsany (24 July 1878 – 25 October 1957) was an Irish writer and dramatist, notable for his work, mostly in fantasy, published under the name Lord Dunsany. More than eighty books of his work were published, and his oeuvre includes many hundreds of published short stories, as well as successful plays, novels and essays.
Born to the second-oldest title (created 1439) in the Irish peerage, Dunsany lived much of his life at perhaps Ireland's longest-inhabited home, Dunsany Castle near Tara, worked with W.B. Yeats and Lady Gregory, received an honorary doctorate from Trinity College, was chess and pistol-shooting champion of Ireland, and... more »
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Where The Tides Ebb And Flow
The ebb came
And I saw the dead eyes of the houses
And the jealousy of other forgotten things
That storm had not carried thence.
And some more centuries passed over the ebb and flow
And over the loneliness of things forgotten.
And I lay there all the while
In the careless grip of the mud,
Never wholly covered,
Yet never able to go free,
And I longed for the great caress of the warm Earth
Or the comfortable lap of the Sea.