Harold Monro Poems
- Great City When I returned at sunset, The serving-maid was ...
- Milk For The Cat When the tea is brought at five ...
- Overheard On A Salmarsh Nymph, nymph, what are your beads? ...
- Solitude WHEN you have tidied all things for the night, And ...
- Child Of Dawn O gentle vision in the dawn: My spirit over ...
- The Rebellious Vine One day, the vine That clomb on god’s ...
- The Bird At Dawn What I saw was just one eye In the dawn as...
Harold Edward Monro was a British poet, the proprietor of the Poetry Bookshop in London which helped many famous poets bring their work before the public. Monro was born in Brussels, but his parents were Scottish. He was educated at Radley and at Caius College, Cambridge. His first collection of poetry was published in 1906. He founded a poetry magazine, The Poetry Review, which was to be very influential. In 1912, he founded the Poetry Bookshop in Bloomsbury, London, publishing new collections at his own expense and rarely making a profit, as well as providing a welcoming environment for readers and poets alike. Several poets, including Wilfred Owen, actually lodged in the rooms above the ... more »
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When I returned at sunset,
The serving-maid was singing softly
Under the dark stairs, and in the house
Twilight had entered like a moon-ray.
Tune was so dead I could not understand
The meaning of midday or of midnight,
But like falling waters, falling, hissing, falling,
Silence seemed an everlasting sound.
I sat in my room,
And watched sunset,
And saw starlight.
I heard the tramp of homing men,
And the last call of the last child;
Then a lone bird twittered,
And suddenly, beyond the housetops,
I imagined dew in the country,
In the ...