Helen Leah Reed Gold Poems

  • 1.
    For thee he thought,
    The Greek, who by the sea
    Lay in his lithe-limbed grace, as dreamily
    He gazed upon the sky begemmed with stars,
    ...
  • 2.
    "'Tis but a common thing," one coldly said,
    "Nay, call it not a flower - this little weed,
    If plucking it, I kill it, root and seed -
    Better the world were if it lay there dead."
    ...
  • 3.
    What prays the poet of enshrined Apollo?
    What is he asking for with lifted hands,
    Pouring a fresh libation from his flagon? -
    Not fertile crop from rich Sardinian lands, -
    ...
  • 4.
    The vision fades - dome, pinnacle and tower,
    All the white beauty of the lake-side dream,
    The artist's ideal, the poet's theme
    Vanish away. Yet for no fleeting hour
    ...
  • 5.
    About the country they may talk who will,
    Who praise it ever to the town's despite.
    Let him extol the charms of wood and hill
    Who finds them peerless. None disputes his right.
    ...
  • 6.
    No warrior he, a village lad,
    needing nor words nor other prod
    To point his duty; he was glad
    to tread the path his fathers trod.
    ...
  • 7.
    Crinkled oak-leaves, twinkling in the sun,
    Splashed by midday showers, dripping cold -
    Serrate oak-leaves, silvered by the sun
    That has brushed yon dull brown grass with gold.
    ...
  • 8.
    Well satisfied with all his own, he stands
    Holding a trembling balance in his hands;
    On one scale - wealth and ease, men's praises, too -
    Whatever charms the soul, and keeps it true.
    ...
Total 8 Gold Poems by Helen Leah Reed

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