William Cosmo Monkhouse Deep Poems
The Christ Upon The Hill
A couple old sat o'er the fire,
And they were bent and gray; ...
Spring Song In The City
WHO remains in London,
In the streets with me,
Now that Spring is blowing
Warm winds from the sea; ...
HOW many colors here do we see set,
Like rings upon Godâ??s finger? Some say three,
Some four, some six, some seven. All agree
To left of red, to right of violet, ...
HOW slowly creeps the hand of Time
On the old clockâ??s green-mantled face!
Yea, slowly as those ivies climb,
The hours roll round with patient pace; ...
The Summer Pool
THERE is a singing in the summer air,
The blue and brown moths flutter oâ??er the grass,
The stubble bird is creaking in the wheat,
And perchâ??d upon the honeysuckle-hedge ...
I HAVE two sons, wifeâ??
Two, and yet the same;
One his wild way runs, wife,
Bringing us to shame. ...
â??T WAS the body of Judas Iscariot
Lay in the Field of Blood;
â??T was the soul of Judas Iscariot
Beside the body stood. ...
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Vain Hope by Ernest Dowson
Sometimes, to solace my sad heart, I say,
Though late it be, though lily-time be past,
Though all the summer skies be overcast,
Haply I will go down to her, some day,
And cast my rests of life before her feet,
That she may have her will of me, being so sweet
And none gainsay!
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