John Freeman

(1880-1929 / England)

Beyond The Barn


I rose up with the sun
And climbed the hill.
I saw the white mists run
And shadows run
Down into hollow woods.

I went with the white clouds
That swept the hill.
A wind struck the low hedge trees
And clustering trees,
And rocked in each tall elm.

The long afternoon was calm
When down the hill
I came, and felt the air cool,
The shadows cool;
And I walked on footsore,

Saying, 'But two hours more,
Then, the last hill....
Surely this road I know,
These hills I know,
All the unknown is known,

'And that barn, black and lone,
High on the hill--
There the long road ends,
The long day ends,
And travelling is over.' ...

Nor thought nor travelling's over.
Here on the hill
The black barn is a shivering ruin,
A windy cold ruin.
I must go on and on,

Where often my thought has gone,
Up hill, down hill,
Beyond this ruin of Time;
Forgetting Time
I must follow my thought still.

Submitted: Friday, September 24, 2010

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