John Freeman Poems

Let me not see your grief!
O, let not any see
That grief,
Nor how your heart still rocks
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Than these November skies
Is no sky lovelier. The clouds are deep;
Into their grey the subtle spies
Of colour creep,
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There is not anything more wonderful
Than a great people moving towards the deep
Of an unguessed and unfeared future; nor
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It was a day
All blue and lifting white,
When I went into the fields with Frank
To fly his kite.
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Hateful it seems now, yet was I not happy?
Starved of the things I loved, I did not know
I loved them, and was happy lacking them.
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Against the cold pale sky
The elm tree company rose high.
All the fine hues of day
That flowered so bold had died away.
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Bind up, bind up your dark bright hair
And hide the smouldering sunken fire.
Let it be held no more than fair,
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Wild heart, wild heart,
Where does the wind find home?
Wild heart, wild heart,
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Far off a lonely hound
Telling his loneliness all round
To the dark woods, dark hills, and darker sea;
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It was the lovely moon--she lifted
Slowly her white brow among
Bronze cloud-waves that ebbed and drifted
Faintly, faintlier afar.
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