Robert Service Poems

  • 451.  
    Men have navels more or less;
    Some are neat, some notBeing fat I must confess
  • 452.  
    To tribulations of mankind
    Dame Nature is indifferent;To human sorrow she is blind,
  • 453.  
    In kindergarten classed
    Dislike they knew;And as the years went past
  • 454.  
    I've made my Will. I don't believe
    In luxury and wealth;And to those loving ones who grieve
  • 455.  
    At dusk I saw a craintive mouse
    That sneaked and stole around the house;At first I took it for a ghost,
  • 456.  
    To me at night the stars are vocal.
    They say: ‘Your planet's oh so local!A speck of dust in heaven's ceiling;
  • 457.  
    I used to think a pot of ink
    Held magic in its fluid,And I would ply a pen when I
  • 458.  
    Of twin daughters I'm the mother-
    Lord! how I was proud of them;Each the image of the other,
  • 459.  
    For all good friends who care to read,
    here let me lyre my living creed . . .
  • 460.  
    I haven't worn my evening dress
    For nearly twenty years;Oh I'm unsocial, I confess,
  • 461.  
    I've often wondered why
    Old chaps who choose to dieIn evil passes,
  • 462.  
    I must not let my boy Dick down,
    Knight of the air.With wings of light he won renown
  • 463.  
    I think the things I own and love
    Acquire a sense of me,That gives them value far above
  • 464.  
    When I am old and worse for wear
    I want to buy a rocking-chair,And set it on a porch where shine
  • 465.  
    If she met him or he met her,
    I knew that something must occur;For they were just like flint and steel
  • 466.  
    We was in a crump-'ole, ‘im and me;
    Fightin' wiv our bayonets was we;Fightin' ‘ard as ‘ell we was,
  • 467.  
    I have a tiny piney wood;
    my trees are only fifty,Yet give me shade and solitude
  • 468.  
    I made a picture; all my heart
    I put in it, and all I knewOf canvas-cunning and of Art,
  • 469.  
    To rest my fagged brain now and then,
    When wearied of my proper labors,I lay aside my lagging pen
  • 470.  
    I've been sittin' starin', starin' at ‘is muddy pair of boots,
    And tryin' to convince meself it's ‘im.(Look out there, lad! That sniper-'e's a dysey when ‘e shoots;
  • 471.  
    Of Poetry I've been accused,
    But much more often I have not;Oh, I have been so much amused
  • 472.  
    It's slim and trim and bound in blue;
    Its leaves are crisp and edged with gold;Its words are simple, stalwart too;
  • 473.  
    I haled me a woman from the street,
    Shameless, but, oh, so fair!I bade her sit in the model's seat
  • 474.  
    Like prim Professor of a College
    I primed my shelves with books of knowledge;And now I stand before them dumb,
  • 475.  
    I've got a little job on ‘and, the time is drawin' nigh;
    At seven by the Captain's watch I'm due to go and do it;I wants to ‘ave it nice and neat, and pleasin' to the eye,
  • 476.  
    'Tis true my garments threadbare are,
    And sorry poor I seem;But inly I am richer far
  • 477.  
    Here in the Autumn of my days
    My life is mellowed in a haze.Unpleasant sights are none to clear,
  • 478.  
    I met an ancient man who mushed
    With Peary to the Pole.Said I, “In all that land so hushed
  • 479.  
    My first I wed when just sixteen
    And he was sixty-five.He treated me like any queen
  • 480.  
    A thousand books my library
    Contains;And all are primed, it seems to me
  • 481.  
    I have a house I've lived in long:
    I can't recall my going in.'Twere better bartered for a song
  • 482.  
    Day after day behold me plying
    My pen within an office drear;The dullest dog, till homeward hieing,
  • 483.  
    I love the cheery bustle
    Of children round the house,The tidy maids a-hustle,
  • 484.  
    Of all the boys with whom I fought
    In Africa and Sicily,Bill was the bravest of the lot
  • 485.  
    When looking back I dimly see
    The trails my feet have trod,Some hand divine, it seems to me,
  • 486.  
    Here is my Garret up five flights of stairs;
    Here's where I deal in dreams and ply in fancies,Here is the wonder-shop of all my wares,
  • 487.  
    The world is sadly sick, they say,
    And plagued by woe and pain.But look! How looms my garden gay,
  • 488.  
    “Let's make him a sailor,” said Father,
    “And he will adventure the sea.”“A soldier,” said Mother, “is rather
  • 489.  
    The man above was a murderer, the man below was a thief;
    And I lay there in the bunk between, ailing beyond belief;A weary armful of skin and bone, wasted with pain and grief.
  • 490.  
    A Belgian Priest-Soldier Speaks;

  • 491.  
    I hate my neighbour Widow Green;
    I'd like to claw her face;But if I did she'd make a scene
  • 492.  
    Being a writer I receive
    Sweet screeds from folk of every land;Some are so weird you'd scarce believe,
  • 493.  
    Some poets sing of scenery;
    Some to fair maids make sonnets sweet.A fig for love and greenery,
  • 494.  
    Each day when it's anighing three
    Old Dick looks at the clock,Then proudly brings my stick to me
  • 495.  
    'Twas in a pub just off the Strand
    When I was in my cups,There passed a bloke with in his hand
  • 496.  
    Sitting in the dentist's chair,
    Wishing that I wasn't there,To forget and pass the time
  • 497.  
    I bought a cuckoo clock
    And glad was ITo hear its tick and tock,
  • 498.  
    I wrote a poem to the moon
    But no one noticed it;Although I hoped that late or soon
  • 499.  
    ‘Nay; I don't need a hearing aid'
    I told Mama-in-law;‘For if I had I'd be afraid
  • 500.  
    Deeming that I was due to die
    I framed myself a coffin;So full of graveyard zeal was I,
Total 831 poems written by Robert Service

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With Rue My Heart Is Laden
 by A. E. Housman

With rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt maiden
And many a lightfoot lad.

By brooks too broad for leaping
The lightfoot boys are laid;
The rose-lipt girls are sleeping

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