Edward Shanks Beneath Poems

  • 1.
    In silence and in darkness memory wakes
    Her million sheathë"d buds, and breaks
    That day-long winter when the light and noise
    And hard bleak breath of the outward-looking will
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  • 2.
    The moon's a drowsy fool to-night,
    Wrapped in fleecy clouds and white;
    And all the while Endymion
    Sleeps on Latmos top alone.
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  • 3.
    Before the downs in their great horse-shoes rise,
    I know a village where the Adur runs,
    Blown by sweet winds and by beneficent suns
    Visited and made ripe beneath kind skies.
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  • 4.
    We're at the world's top now. The hills around
    Stand proud in order with the valleys deep,
    The hills with pastures drest, with tall trees crowned,
    And the low valleys dipt in sunny sleep.
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  • 5.
    My heart is like a meadow,
    Where clouds go over,
    Dappling the mingled grass and clover
    With mingled sun and shadow,
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  • 6.
    The world's great ways unclose
    Through little wooded hills:
    An air that stirs and stills,
    Dies sighing where it rose
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  • 7.
    Along the branches of the laden tree
    The ripe fruit smiling hang. The afternoon
    Is emptied of all things done and things to be.
    Low in the sky the inconspicuous moon
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  • 8.
    Still must your hands withhold your loveliness?
    Is your soul jealous of your body still?
    The fair white limbs beneath the clouding dress
    Are such hard forms as you alone could fill
    ...
  • 9.
    September 1914, April 1915



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Total 9 Beneath Poems by Edward Shanks

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