Edward Shanks Golden Poems

  • 1.
    Daphne is running, running through the grass,
    The long stalks whip her ankles as she goes.
    I saw the nymph, the god, I saw them pass
    And how a mounting flush of tender rose
    ...
  • 2.
    Have I slept and failed to hear you calling?
    Cry again, belov'd; for sleep is heavy,
    Curtaining away the golden sunlight,
    Shutting out the blue sky and the breezes,
    ...
  • 3.
    August is gone and now this is September,
    Softer the sun in a cloudier sky;
    Yellow the leaves grow and apples grow golden,
    Blackberries ripen and hedges undress.
    ...
  • 4.
    Through the closed curtains comes the early sun,
    First a pale finger, preluding the hand.
    Outside more certainly the day's begun,
    Where bright and brighter still the chestnuts stand,
    ...
  • 5.
    The husht September afternoon was sweet
    With rich and peaceful light. I could not hear
    On either side the sound of moving feet
    Although the hidden road was very near.
    ...
  • 6.
    When I grow old they'll come to me and say:
    Did you then know him in that distant day?
    Did you speak with him, touch his hand, observe
    The proud eyes' fire, soft voice and light lips' curve?
    ...
  • 7.
    The world's great ways unclose
    Through little wooded hills:
    An air that stirs and stills,
    Dies sighing where it rose
    ...
  • 8.
    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
    ...
Total 8 Golden Poems by Edward Shanks

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