Robert Malise Bowyer Nichols Voice Poems

• 1. 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,
  ...
• 2. The Assault
  The beating of the guns grows louder.
  'Not long, boys, now'.
  My heart burns whiter, fearfuller, prouder.
  Hurricanes grow
  ...
• 3. To ---
  Asleep within the deadest hour of night
  And turning with the earth, I was aware
  How suddenly the eastern curve was bright,
  As when the sun arises from his lair.
  ...
• 4. 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;
  ...
• 5. O Nightingale My Heart
  O Nightingale my heart
  How sad thou art!
  How heavy is thy wing,
  Desperately whirrë d that thy throat may fling
  ...
• 6. Seventeen
  For Anne.
  
  All the loud winds were in the garden wood,
  All shadows joyfuller than lissom hounds
  ...

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