Alfred Noyes Poems
|81.||Shadows On The Down||1/3/2003|
|82.||Kilmeny (A Song Of The Trawlers)||1/3/2003|
|89.||The Admiral's Ghost||12/9/2003|
|90.||A Prayer In Time Of War||1/3/2003|
|91.||A Loom Of Years||1/1/2004|
|92.||A Song Of Sherwood||1/3/2003|
|93.||Daddy Fell Into The Pond.||1/1/2004|
THE wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding—
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.
He'd a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A Prayer In Time Of War
The war will change many things in art and life, and among them, it is to be hoped, many of our own ideas as to what is, and what is not, "intellectual."
Thou, whose deep ways are in the sea,
Whose footsteps are not known,
To-night a world that turned from Thee
Is waiting -- at Thy Throne.
The towering Babels that we raised
Where scoffing sophists brawl,