Harold Monro

(14 March 1879 - 16 March 1932 / Brussels)

Harold Monro Poems

1. Introspection 11/27/2015
2. London Interior 4/23/2012
3. Goldfish 4/21/2010
4. Suburb 4/23/2012
5. Midnight Lamentation 4/23/2012
6. The Silent Pool 4/23/2012
7. Living 4/23/2012
8. Unknown Country 4/21/2010
9. Week-End 4/21/2010
10. Gravikty 4/21/2010
11. Man Carrying Bale 4/21/2010
12. Lake Leman 1/1/2004
13. The Nightingale Near The House 4/21/2010
14. Every Thing 4/21/2010
15. Children Of Love 4/21/2010
16. Two Poems: (Numbers I And X In 'strange Meetings.') 4/21/2010
17. Dog 4/21/2010
18. Thistledown 4/21/2010
19. Youth In Arms 4/21/2010
20. Real Property 4/21/2010
21. The Bird At Dawn 4/21/2010
22. The Rebellious Vine 4/21/2010
23. Child Of Dawn 1/1/2004
24. Solitude 4/21/2010
25. Overheard On A Salmarsh 4/21/2010
26. Milk For The Cat 4/21/2010
27. Great City 4/21/2010
Best Poem of Harold Monro

Great City

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 ...

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Child Of Dawn

O gentle vision in the dawn:
My spirit over faint cool water glides,
Child of the day,
To thee;
And thou art drawn
By kindred impulse over silver tides
The dreamy way
To me.

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