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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