John Freeman Poems
|3.||Dark And Strange||9/24/2010|
|7.||Earth To Earth||9/24/2010|
|10.||Evening Beauty: Blackfriars||9/24/2010|
|12.||Fair And Brief||9/24/2010|
|17.||From Piccadilly In August||9/24/2010|
|18.||From Piccadilly In August||9/24/2010|
|19.||From Wear To Thames||9/24/2010|
|26.||Alone And Cold||9/24/2010|
|28.||At Evening's Hush||9/24/2010|
|29.||At The Dock||9/24/2010|
|30.||Beyond The Barn||9/24/2010|
|31.||Bring Your Beauty||9/24/2010|
|32.||But Most Thy Light||9/24/2010|
|35.||Home For Love||9/24/2010|
|37.||I Am That Creature||9/24/2010|
|38.||I Have Never Loved You Yet||9/24/2010|
|39.||I Will Ask||9/24/2010|
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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 ...
I did not say, 'Yes, we had better part
Since love is over or must be suppressed.'
I did not say, 'I'll hold you in my heart
Saint-like, and in the thought of your thought rest,
And pray for you and wish you happiness
In a better love than mine.'
I was another man to another woman,
Tears falling or burnt dry were nothing then.