You'll wait a long, long time for anything muchTo happen in heaven beyond the floats of cloudAnd the Northern Lights that run like tingling nerves.The sun and moon get crossed, but they never touch,Nor strike out fire from each other nor crash out loud.The planets seem to interfere in their curvesBut nothing ever happens, no … Continue reading Poem – “On Looking Up by Chance at the Constellations”
Poetry
Poem – “Elegy in a Country Churchyard”
The men that worked for EnglandThey have their graves at home:And bees and birds of EnglandAbout the cross can roam. But they that fought for England,Following a falling star,Alas, alas for EnglandThey have their graves afar. And they that rule in England,In stately conclave met,Alas, alas for England,They have no graves as yet.-G.K. Chesterton
Poetry – ‘Sonnet 61’
Is it thy will thy image should keep openMy heavy eyelids to the weary night?Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken,While shadows like to thee do mock my sight?Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee So far from home into my deeds to pry,To find out shames and idle hours in me,The … Continue reading Poetry – ‘Sonnet 61’
Poem – “Lilly Pond”
"O for a heart likeThe lotus that springs stainlessFrom the mud, the dewOn its leaves like precious gems.”-Sojo Henjo
Poetry – “A Dream”
In visions of the dark nightI have dreamed of joy departed—But a waking dream of life and lightHath left me broken-hearted. Ah! what is not a dream by dayTo him whose eyes are castOn things around him with a rayTurned back upon the past? That holy dream—that holy dream,While all the world were chiding,Hath cheered … Continue reading Poetry – “A Dream”
Poem – “The Rainy Day”
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;It rains, and the wind is never weary;The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,But at every gust the dead leaves fall,And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;It rains, and the wind is never weary;My thoughts still cling to the … Continue reading Poem – “The Rainy Day”
Poetry – “In the Neolithic Age”
In the Neolithic Age savage warfare did I wageFor food and fame and woolly horses' pelt.I was singer to my clan in that dim, red Dawn of Man,And I sang of all we fought and feared and felt. Yea, I sang as now I sing, when the Prehistoric springMade the piled Biscayan ice-pack split and … Continue reading Poetry – “In the Neolithic Age”
Poem – “To One Who has Been Long in City Pent”
To one who has been long in city pent'Tis very sweet to look into the fairAnd open face of heaven, - to breathe a prayerFull in the smile of the blue firmament.Who is more happy, when, with heart's content,Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lairOf wavy grass, and reads a debonairAnd gentle tale of love … Continue reading Poem – “To One Who has Been Long in City Pent”
Poetry – “An American”
Sing of my ancestors!Sing of them with pride!Sing of fair America,Green prairies and blue tide!One was born in County Cork!Hail the shamrock green!(One was named AbrahamSimeon Levine.)One held rule in Dundee,Friend of the Montrose.(One sold nuts and applesWhere the river Tiber flows.)One drank ale in Devonshire,One scaled Lomond's crags.(One grew up in WarsawAnd peddled clothes … Continue reading Poetry – “An American”
Poem – “Ode on Solitude”
Happy the man, whose wish and care,A few paternal acres bound,Content to breathe his native airIn his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,Whose flocks supply him with attire;Whose trees in summer yield him shade,In winter fire. Blest who can unconcernedly findHorn's, days, and years slide soft away10In health of body peace … Continue reading Poem – “Ode on Solitude”
Serpent's Den 