Harold Monro Poems
|5.||The Silent Pool||4/23/2012|
|11.||Man Carrying Bale||4/21/2010|
|13.||The Nightingale Near The House||4/21/2010|
|15.||Children Of Love||4/21/2010|
|16.||Two Poems: (Numbers I And X In 'strange Meetings.')||4/21/2010|
|18.||Youth In Arms||4/21/2010|
|20.||The Rebellious Vine||4/21/2010|
|21.||The Bird At Dawn||4/21/2010|
|24.||Child Of Dawn||1/1/2004|
|25.||Overheard On A Salmarsh||4/21/2010|
|27.||Milk For The Cat||4/21/2010|
Child Of Dawn
O gentle vision in the dawn:
My spirit over faint cool water glides,
Child of the day,
And thou art drawn
By kindred impulse over silver tides
The dreamy way
I need thy hands, O gentle wonder-child,
For they are moulded unto all repose;
Thy lips are frail,
And thou art cooler than an April rose;
White are thy words and mild:
Child of the morning, hail!
Breathe thus upon mine eyelids -- that we twain
May build the day together out of dreams.
Life, with thy breath upon my eyelids, seems
Exquisite to the ...
Children Of Love
The holy boy
Went from his mother out in the cool of the day
Over the sun-parched fields
And in among the olives shining green and shining grey.
There was no sound,
No smallest voice of any shivering stream.
Poor sinless little boy,
He desired to play and to sing; he could only sigh and dream.