When first Love came, then was I but a boy
Swept with delirium of undreamt joy.
Now Love comes to a man serious with change
Of life and death--and makes the world dark and strange.

(C) John Frederick Freeman
07/01/2019


Best Poems of John Frederick Freeman

• The Flute
• It Was The Lovely Moon
• The Lamp
• Stay
• The Streets
• The Call
• Under The Linden Branches
• Shadows
• In The Lane
• Smoke
• The Fall
• Sailing Of The Glory
• Happy Death
• The Unuttered
• Strife
• Waking
• Justification
• The Physician
• The Answer
• To My Mother