Robert Service Poems

  • 1.  
    My poem may be yours indeed
    In melody and tone,If in its rhythm you can read
  • 2.  
    Her baby was so full of glee,
    And through the dayIt laughed and babbled on her knee
  • 3.  
    “Where are you going, Young Fellow My Lad,
    On this glittering morn of May?”“I'm going to join the Colours, Dad;
  • 4.  
    I don't know how the fishes feel, but I can't help thinking it odd,
    That a gay young flapper of a female eel should fall in love with a cod.Yet-that's exactly what she did and it only goes to prove,
  • 5.  
    I'm part of people I have known
    And they are part of me;The seeds of thought that I have sown
  • 6.  
    One pearly day of early May
    I strolled upon the sand,And saw, say half-a-mile away
  • 7.  
    What guts he had, the Dago lad
    Who fought that Frenchman grim with guile;For nigh an hour they milled like mad,
  • 8.  
    Is it not strange? A year ago to-day,
    With scarce a thought beyond the hum-drum round,I did my decent job and earned my pay;
  • 9.  
    Worms finer for fishing you couldn't be wishing;
    I delved them dismayed from the velvety sod;The rich loam upturning I gathered them squirming,
  • 10.  
    Each day I live I thank the Lord
    I do the work I love;And in it find a rich reward,
  • 11.  
    When twenty-one I loved to dream,
    And was to loafing well inclined;Somehow I couldn't get up steam
  • 12.  
    If on isle of the sea
    I have to tarry,With one book, let it be
  • 13.  
    For failure I was well equipped
    And should have come to grief,By atavism grimly gripped,
  • 14.  
    Oh how I'd be gay and glad
    If a little house I had,Snuggled in a shady lot,
  • 15.  
    When I went by the meadow gate
    The chestnut mare would trot to meet me,And as her coming I would wait,
  • 16.  
    I would rather drink than eat,
    And though I superbly sup,Food, I feel, can never beat
  • 17.  
    I stood before a candy shop
    Which with a Christmas radiance shone;I saw my parents pass and stop
  • 18.  
    She'd bring to me a skein of wool
    And beg me to hold out my hands;so on my pipe I cease to pull
  • 19.  
    ‘Why did the lady in the lift
    Slap that poor parson's face?'Said Mother, thinking as she sniffed,
  • 20.  
    Let poets piece prismatic words,
    Give me the jewelled joy of birds!
  • 21.  
    He was our leader and our guide;
    He was our saviour and our star.We walked in friendship by his side,
  • 22.  
    We have no heart for civil strife,
    Our burdens we prefer to bear;We long to live a peaceful life
  • 23.  
    My folks think I'm a serving maid
    Each time I visit home;They do not dream I ply a trade
  • 24.  
    Light up your pipe again, old chum, and sit awhile with me;
    I've got to watch the bannock bake-how restful is the air!You'd little think that we were somewhere north of Sixty-three,
  • 25.  
    Since I am sick of Wheels
    That jar my day,Unto the hush that heals
  • 26.  
    I scanned two lines with some surmise
    As over Keats I chanced to pore:‘And there I shut her wild, wild eyes
  • 27.  
    Her smile ineffably is sweet,
    Devinely she is slim;Yet oh how weary are her feet,
  • 28.  
    Some praise the Lord for Light,
    The living spark;I thank God for the Night
  • 29.  
    The aged Queen who passed away
    Had sixty servants, so they say;Twice sixty hands her shoes to tie:
  • 30.  
    “Hullo, young Jones! with your tie so gay
    And your pen behind your ear;Will you mark my cheque in the usual way?
  • 31.  
    I was in Warsaw when the first bomb fell;
    I was in Warsaw when the Terror came-Havoc and horror, famine, fear and flame,
  • 32.  
    Till midnight her needle she plied
    To finish her pretty pink dress;“Oh, bless you, my darling,” she sighed;
  • 33.  
    Because my eyes were none to bright
    Strong spectacles I bought,And lo! there sprang into my sight
  • 34.  
    My mother she had children five and four are dead and gone;
    While I, least worthy to survive, persist in living on.She looks at me, I must confess, sometimes with spite and bitterness.
  • 35.  
    You've heard of Violet de Vere, strip-teaser of renown,
    Whose sitting-base out-faired the face of any girl in town;Well, she was haled before the Bench for breachin' of the Peace,
  • 36.  
    Jenny was my first sweetheart;
    Poor lass! she was none too smart.Though I swore she'd never rue it,
  • 37.  
    Lord, I'm grey, my face is run,
    But by old Harry, I've had my fun;And all about, I seem to see
  • 38.  
    What d'ye think, lad; what d'ye think,
    As the roaring crowds go by?As the banners flare and the brasses blare
  • 39.  
    My tangoing seemed to delight her;
    With me it was love at first sight.I mentioned That I was a writer:
  • 40.  
    To have a business of my own
    With toil and tears,I wore my fingers to the bone
  • 41.  
    Though Virtue hurt you Vice is nice;
    Aye, Parson says it's wrong,Yet for my pleasing I'll suffice
  • 42.  
    I know a garden where the lilies gleam,
    And one who lingers in the sunshine there; She is than white-stoled lily far more fair,
  • 43.  
    ‘God' is composed of letters three,
    But if you put an ‘l'Before the last it seems to me
  • 44.  
    In the Northland there were three
    Pukka Pliers of the pen;Two of them had Fame in fee
  • 45.  
    Unpenitent, I grieve to state,
    Two good men stood by heaven's gate,Saint Peter coming to await.
  • 46.  
    First Ghost

  • 47.  
    Give me your hand, oh little one!
    Like children be we two;Yet I am old, my day is done
  • 48.  
    Two blind men met. Said one: “This earth
    Has been a blackout from my birth.Through darkness I have groped my way,
  • 49.  
    Dogs have a sense beyond our ken-
    At least my little Trixie had:Tail-wagging when I laughed, and when
  • 50.  
    Why am I full of joy although
    It drizzles on the links?Why am I buying Veuve Cliquot,
Total 831 poems written by Robert Service

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Dusk In War Time
 by Sara Teasdale

A half-hour more and you will lean
To gather me close in the old sweet way-
But oh, to the woman over the sea
Who will come at the close of day?

A half-hour more and I will hear
The key in the latch and the strong, quick tread-
But oh, the woman over the sea

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