W.j. Turner Cold Poems

• 1. Death
  When I am dead a few poor souls shall grieve
  As I grieved for my brother long ago.
  Scarce did my eyes grow dim,
  I had forgotten him;
  ...
• 2. The Princess
  The stone-grey roses by the desert's rim
  Are soft-edged shadows on the moonlit sand,
  Grey are the broken walls of Khangavar,
  That haunt of nightingales, whose voices are
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• 3. Ecstasy
  I saw a frieze on whitest marble drawn
  Of boys who sought for shells along the shore,
  Their white feet shedding pallor in the sea,
  The shallow sea, the spring-time sea of green
  ...
• 4. Magic
  I love a still conservatory
  That's full of giant, breathless palms,
  Azaleas, clematis and vines,
  Whose quietness great Trees becalms
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• 5. Peace
  In low chalk hills the great King's body lay,
  And bright streams fell, tinkling like polished tin,
  As though they carried off his armoury,
  And spread it glinting through his wide domain.
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• 6. Kent In War
  The pebbly brook is cold to-night,
  Its water soft as air,
  A clear, cold, crystal-bodied wind
  Shadowless and bare,
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• 7. Talking With Soldiers
  The mind of the people is like mud,
  From which arise strange and beautiful things,
  But mud is none the less mud,
  Though it bear orchids and prophesying Kings,
  ...

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