William Gay Poems
|1.||A Sonnet Of Faith||9/6/2012|
|3.||Love's Menu: Pommes De Terre Frites||9/6/2012|
|6.||The Sorrowful Fate Of Bartholomew Jones||9/6/2012|
|7.||To A Nurse||9/6/2012|
|8.||Milford Sound In Winter||9/6/2012|
|9.||The War Of The Ghosts||9/6/2012|
|12.||Life From 1835 To 1851||4/21/2010|
|14.||No My Friends No!||4/21/2010|
|18.||Vestigia Nulla Retrorsum||1/1/2004|
|19.||A Sonnet Of Battle||1/1/2004|
|20.||The Ex Official's Lament||4/21/2010|
|22.||The Crazy World||1/1/2004|
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The Ex Official's Lament
Alas alas! my power is gone;
I thought 'twould last for ever;
But now 'tis over, I must own,
They've done it very clever.
I could have feather'd well my nest,
If I had been permitted;
To that intent I did my best,
To have my friend acquitted.
I also did procure him.
Among my influential class
And thought this must secure him.
In fact, I left no means untried,
To smother up the matter,
And on my influence relied,
To stop the diggers' chatter.
But rumours soon got spread about,
Of this our camp proceeding;
And very ...
HOW long, O Lord, shall this, my country, be
A nation of the dead? How long shall they
Who seek their own and live but for the day,
My country hinder from her destiny?
Around me, Lord, I seem again to see
That ancient valley where the dry bones lay,
And ’tis in vain that long I wait and pray
To see them rise to men resolved and free.
Yet sure, O Lord, upon this land of death