Harold Monro

(14 March 1879 - 16 March 1932 / Brussels)

Harold Monro Poems

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

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    He was the one of best poet

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Best Poem of Harold Monro

Milk For The Cat

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
Is suddenly purring there.

At first she pretends, having nothing to do,
She has come in merely to blink by the grate,
But, though tea may be late or the milk may be
sour,
She is never late.

And presently her agate eyes
Take a soft large milky haze,
And her independent casual glance
Becomes a stiff, hard gaze.

Then she stamps her claws or lifts her ears,
Or twists her tail and begins to stir,
Till suddenly ...

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Lake Leman

It is the sacred hour: above the far
Low emerald hills that northward fold,
Calmly, upon the blue the evening star
Floats, wreathed in dusky gold.
The winds have sung all day; but now they lie
Faint, sleeping; and the evening sounds awake.
The slow bell tolls across the water: I
Am haunted by the spirit of the lake.
It seems as though the sounding of the bell

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