Harold Monro

(14 March 1879 - 16 March 1932 / Brussels)

Harold Monro Poems

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