Love without hope, as when the young bird-catcher
Swept off his tall hat to the Squire's own daughter,
So let the imprisoned larks escape and fly
Singing about her head, as she rode by.

(C) Robert Graves
03/14/2017


Best Poems of Robert Graves

• When Im Killed
• Careers
• Id Love To Be A Fairys Child
• The Beach
• The Leveller
• Big Words
• Rocky Acres
• Outlaws
• Star-talk
• To An Ungentle Critic
• Strong Beer
• Not Dead
• Symptoms Of Love
• Haunted
• Retrospect: Haunted
• Babylon
• An Old Twenty-third Man
• Allie
• Sospan Fach (the Little Saucepan)
• A Childs Nightmare
• Smoke-rings