Harold Monro Poems

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.
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When the tea is brought at five o'clock,
And all the neat curtains are drawn with care,
The little black cat with bright green eyes
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Nymph, nymph, what are your beads?
Green glass, goblin. Why do you stare at them?
Give them me.
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WHEN you have tidied all things for the night,
And while your thoughts are fading to their sleep,
You'll pause a moment in the late firelight,
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What I saw was just one eye
In the dawn as I was going :
A bird can carry all the sky
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O gentle vision in the dawn:
My spirit over faint cool water glides,
Child of the day,
To thee;
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You little friend, your nose is ready; you sniff,
Asking for that expected walk,
(Your nostrils full of the happy rabbit-whiff)
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One day, the vine
That clomb on god’s own house
Cried, “I will not
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HAPPY boy, happy boy,
David the immortal-willed,
Youth a thousand thousand times
Slain, but not once killed,
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Tell me about that harvest field.
Oh! Fifty acres of living bread.
The colour has painted itself in my heart;
The form is patterned in my head.
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