Arthur Henry Adams

(6 December 1872 – 4 March 1936 / Lawrence / New Zealand)

Arthur Henry Adams Poems

1. A Child 4/26/2012
2. A Pair Of Lovers In The Street 1/1/2004
3. A Portrait 4/26/2012
4. A Question 4/26/2012
5. A Song Of Failure 4/26/2012
6. A Spring Sonnet 1/1/2004
7. A Woman's Farewell 4/26/2012
8. A.D. 19—? 4/26/2012
9. After Long Years 4/26/2012
10. Afterwards 4/26/2012
11. And Yet 4/26/2012
12. Antagonists 4/26/2012
13. Bayswater.W. 1/1/2004
14. Bereft 4/26/2012
15. Blossom 4/26/2012
16. Blossom Of Life 4/26/2012
17. China 1899 1/1/2004
18. Civilisation 1/1/2004
19. Dawn 4/26/2012
20. Epitaph 4/26/2012
21. Fancies 4/26/2012
22. Fleet Street 1/1/2004
23. Grey Eyes 4/26/2012
24. In Hyde Park 4/26/2012
25. Just A Woman 4/26/2012
26. King Street 4/26/2012
27. Lament 4/26/2012
28. Love And Life 4/26/2012
29. Love Motives 4/26/2012
30. Lovers 1/1/2004
31. Lullaby 4/26/2012
32. Man And Woman 4/26/2012
33. Maoriland 4/26/2012
34. Morning Peace 4/26/2012
35. My Land 4/26/2012
36. My Love 4/26/2012
37. Nemesis 1/1/2004
38. On The Plains 4/26/2012
39. On The Sands 4/26/2012
40. Other Verses 4/26/2012

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  • Tapan M. Saren Tapan M. Saren (11/1/2016 9:46:00 AM)

    Good poet. Like his poems..

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Best Poem of Arthur Henry Adams

A Pair Of Lovers In The Street

A PAIR of lovers in the street!
I dare not mock: with reverence meet
My unforgetting heart I cheat.

Ah, God, spare me—so soon again
At the barred door to beat in vain,
And find their dalliance such fierce pain!

I, yearning up from Hell’s abyss,
See, dreaming through their worlds of bliss,
This Dante and his Beatrice!

For these the distant goal have won
For which God made the plasm and sun;
His patient labouring is done.

For these each Spring has been a bride,
And lonely worlds...

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Nemesis

All things must fade. There is for cities tall
The same tomorrow as for daffodils:
Time's wind, that casts the seed, the petal spills.
Grim London's ruined arches yet shall fall
Back to the arms of Earth. A quiet pall
The mother draws over those she loves--and kills;
And though brief nations vaunt their upstart wills,
The nemesis of grass shall cover all.
So--from a caravan to Mecca bound

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