Robert Malise Bowyer Nichols High Poems
- 1. The Philosopher's Oration
(From 'A Faun's Holiday')
Meanwhile, though nations in distress
... - 2. November
As I walk the misty hill
All is languid, fogged, and still;
Not a note of any bird
Nor any motion's hint is heard,
... - 3. The Tower
It was deep night, and over Jerusalem's low roofs
The moon floated, drifting through high vaporous woofs.
The moonlight crept and glistened silent, solemn, sweet,
Over dome and column, up empty, endless street;
... - 4. Seventeen
For Anne.
All the loud winds were in the garden wood,
All shadows joyfuller than lissom hounds
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