Arthur Henry Adams

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

Arthur Henry Adams Poems

41. Song 4/26/2012
42. The Perfect Present 4/26/2012
43. A.D. 19—? 4/26/2012
44. Other Verses 4/26/2012
45. Dawn 4/26/2012
46. The Wonderful Aussie Waler 4/26/2012
47. A Woman's Farewell 4/26/2012
48. The Dwellings Of Our Dead 4/26/2012
49. On The Plains 4/26/2012
50. The Storm And The Bush 4/26/2012
51. Blossom 4/26/2012
52. Love And Life 4/26/2012
53. After Long Years 4/26/2012
54. Grey Eyes 4/26/2012
55. Pansy: Song-Words 4/26/2012
56. Reminiscence 4/26/2012
57. The New Woman 4/26/2012
58. On The Sands 4/26/2012
59. And Yet 4/26/2012
60. Rain In The Bush 4/26/2012
61. Written In Australia 1/1/2004
62. The Weakling 1/1/2004
63. The Australian 1/1/2004
64. Fleet Street 1/1/2004
65. The Pleiades 1/1/2004
66. Bayswater.W. 1/1/2004
67. China 1899 1/1/2004
68. Civilisation 1/1/2004
69. Nemesis 1/1/2004
70. Lovers 1/1/2004
71. Sydney 1/1/2004
72. A Spring Sonnet 1/1/2004
73. A Pair Of Lovers In The Street 1/1/2004

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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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Civilisation

One moment mankind rides the crested wave,
A moment glorious, beyond recall;
And then the wave, with slow and massive fall,
Obliterates the beauty that it gave.
When discrowned king and manumitted slave
Are free and equal to be slaves of all,
Democracies in their wide freedom brawl,
And go down shouting to a common grave.
So one by one the petals of the rose

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