John Freeman

(1880-1929 / England)

John Freeman Poems

41. In That Dark Silent Hour 9/24/2010
42. In The Lane 9/24/2010
43. In Those Old Days 9/24/2010
44. Inevitable Change 9/24/2010
45. Let Honour Speak 9/24/2010
46. Let Me In 9/24/2010
47. Lighting The Fire 9/24/2010
48. Listening 9/24/2010
49. Loneliness 9/24/2010
50. Lonely Airs 9/24/2010
51. Memorial 9/24/2010
52. Merrill's Garden 9/24/2010
53. Moon Bathers 9/24/2010
54. More Than Sweet 9/24/2010
55. Judgment Day 9/24/2010
56. Justification 9/24/2010
57. Nearness 9/24/2010
58. Night And Night 9/24/2010
59. Nightfall 9/24/2010
60. No More Adieu 9/24/2010
61. O Muse Divine 9/24/2010
62. Old Fires 9/24/2010
63. On A Piece Of Silver 9/24/2010
64. Once There Was Time 9/24/2010
65. Out Of The East 9/24/2010
66. Perversities - I 9/24/2010
67. Perversities - Ii 9/24/2010
68. Prayer To My Lord 9/24/2010
69. Presage To Victory 9/24/2010
70. Queens 9/24/2010
71. Rapture 9/24/2010
72. Recovery 9/24/2010
73. Revisitation 9/24/2010
74. Sailing Of The _Glory_ 9/24/2010
75. Smoke 9/24/2010
76. Snows 9/24/2010
77. Some Hurt Thing 9/24/2010
78. Stars 9/24/2010
79. Stay 9/24/2010
80. Stone Trees 9/24/2010

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Not With These Eyes

Let me not see your grief!
O, let not any see
That grief,
Nor how your heart still rocks
Like a temple with long earthquake shocks.
Let me not see
Your grief.

These eyes have seen such wrong,
Yet remained cold:
Ills grown strong,
Corruption's many-headed worm
Destroying feet that moved so firm--
Shall these eyes see
Your grief?

And that black worm has crawled
Into the brain
Where thought had walked
Nobly, and love and honour moved as one,
And brave things bravely were begun....
Now, can thought see
Unabashed your ...

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At Evening's Hush

Now pipe no more, glad Shepherd,
Your joys from this fair hill
Through golden eves and still:
There sounds from yon dense quarry
A burden harsh and sorry.

No piping now, poor Shepherd.
Men strive with violent hand,
And anger stirs the bland

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