John Freeman Poems
- Happy Is England Now There is not anything more wonderful ...
- Not With These Eyes Let me not see your grief! O, let not ...
- The Kite It was a day All blue and lifting white, When I ...
- All That I Was I Am Hateful it seems now, yet was I not ...
- Against The Cold Pale Sky Against the cold pale sky The elm ...
- November Skies Than these November skies Is no sky ...
- Take Care, Take Care Bind up, bind up your dark bright ...
John Frederick Freeman, (29 January 1880 – 23 September 1929), was an English poet and essayist, who gave up a successful career in insurance to write full time.
He was born in London, and started as an office boy aged 13. He was a close friend of Walter de la Mare from 1907, who lobbied hard with Edward Marsh to get Freeman into the Georgian Poetry series; with eventual success. De la ... more »
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Happy Is England Now
There is not anything more wonderful
Than a great people moving towards the deep
Of an unguessed and unfeared future; nor
Is aught so dear of all held dear before
As the new passion stirring in their veins
When the destroying Dragon wakes from sleep.
Happy is England now, as never yet!
And though the sorrows of the slow days fret
Her faithfullest children, grief itself is proud.
Ev'n the warm beauty of this spring and summer
That turns to bitterness turns then to gladness
Since for this England the beloved ones died.
Happy is England in ...