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The Song-tree The Song-tree

The Song-tree
Grow, my song, like a tree, As thou hast ever grown, Since first, a wondering child, Long since, I cherished thee. It was at break of day, Well I remember it,-- The first note that I heard, A magical undertone, Sweeter than any bird --Or so it seemed to me-- And my tears ran wild. This tale, this tale is true. The light was growing gray; And the rhymes ran so sweet (For... Poems - Post by : onlinehomebiz - Date : September 2011 - Author : Alfred Noyes - Read : 1113

Thrice-armed Thrice-armed

Thrice-armed
Thus only should it come, if come it must-- Not with a riot of flags and a mob-born cry, But with a noble faith, a conscience high That, if we fail, we failed not in our trust. We fought for peace. We dared the bitter thrust Of calumny for peace, and watched her die, Her scutcheons rent from sky to outraged sky By felon hands and trampled into the dust. We proffered justice, and we saw the law Cancelled by stroke on... Poems - Post by : closer1138 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Alfred Noyes - Read : 3301

The Trumpet Of The Law The Trumpet Of The Law

The Trumpet Of The Law
(Phi Beta Kappa Poem, Harvard, 1915) Music is dead. An age, an age is dying. Shreds of Uranian song, wild symphonies Tortured with moans of butchered innocents, Blow past us on the wind. Chaos resumes His kingdom. All the visions of the world, The visions that were music, being shaped By law, moving in measure, treading the road That suns and systems tread, O who can hear Their music now? Urania bows her head. Only the feet that move in order dance. Only the mind attuned to that dread pulse... Poems - Post by : camerwiz - Date : September 2011 - Author : Alfred Noyes - Read : 1764

A Forest Song A Forest Song

A Forest Song
Who would be a king That can sit in the sun and sing? Nay, I have a kingdom of mine own. A fallen oak-tree is my throne. Then, pluck the strings, and tell me true If Caesar in his glory knew The worlds he lost in sun and dew. Who would be a queen That sees what my love hath seen?-- The blood of little children shed To make one royal ruby red! Then,... Poems - Post by : SmokyJoe - Date : September 2011 - Author : Alfred Noyes - Read : 2292

The Young Friar The Young Friar

The Young Friar
When leaves broke out on the wild briar, And bells for matins rung, Sorrow came to the old friar --Hundreds of years ago it was!-- And May came to the young. The old was ripening for the sky, The young was twenty-four. The Franklin's daughter passed him by, Reading a painted missal-book, Beside the chapel door. With brown cassock and sandalled feet, And red Spring wine for blood; The very next noon he chanced to meet... Poems - Post by : makecentsinc - Date : September 2011 - Author : Alfred Noyes - Read : 2508

Older Than The Hills Older Than The Hills

Older Than The Hills
Older than the hills, older than the sea, Older than the heart of the Spring, O, what is this that breaks From the blind shell, wakes, Wakes, and is gone like a wing? Older than the sea, older than the moon, Older than the heart of the May, What is this blind refrain Of a song that shall remain When the singer is long gone away? Older than the moon, older than the stars, Older than the wind in the... Poems - Post by : willQ4u - Date : September 2011 - Author : Alfred Noyes - Read : 1214

The White Cliffs The White Cliffs

The White Cliffs
Woden made the red cliffs, the red walls of England. Round the South of Devonshire, they burn against the blue. Green is the water there; and, clear as liquid sunlight, Blue-green as mackerel, the bays that Raleigh knew. Thor made the black cliffs, the battlements of England, Climbing to Tintagel where the white gulls wheel. Cold are the caverns there, and sullen as a cannon-mouth, Booming back the grey swell that gleams like steel. Balder made the white cliffs, the white shield of England... Poems - Post by : Dwayne_Garrett - Date : September 2011 - Author : Alfred Noyes - Read : 2770

The Ghost Of Shakespeare The Ghost Of Shakespeare

The Ghost Of Shakespeare
1914 Crimson was the twilight, under that crab-tree, Where--old tales tell us--all a midsummer's night, A mad young poacher, drunk with mead of elfin-land, Lodged with the fern-owl, and looked at the stars. There, from the dusk where the dream of Piers Plowman Darkens on the sunset, to this dusk of our own, I read, in a history, the record of our world. The hawk-moth, the currant-moth, the red-striped tiger-moth Shimmered all around me, so white shone those pages; And, in among the blue boughs, the bats flew low. I... Poems - Post by : intromaster - Date : September 2011 - Author : Alfred Noyes - Read : 774

The Crags The Crags

The Crags
(In memory of Thomas Bailey Aldrich) Falernian, first! What other wine Should brim the cup or tint the line That would recall my days Among your creeks and bays; Where, founded on a rock, your house Between the pines' unfading boughs Watches through sun and rain That lonelier coast of Maine; And the Atlantic's mounded blue Breaks on your crags the summer through, A long pine's length below, In rainbow-tossing snow. While on your railed verandah... Poems - Post by : pluc-affiliate - Date : September 2011 - Author : Alfred Noyes - Read : 2134

The Inimitable Lovers The Inimitable Lovers

The Inimitable Lovers
They tell this proud tale of the Queen--Cleopatra, Subtlest of women that the world has ever seen, How that, on the night when she parted with her lover Anthony, tearless, dry-throated, and sick-hearted, A strange thing befell them in the darkness where they stood. Bitter as blood was that darkness. And they stood in a deep window, looking to the west. Her white breast was brighter than the moon upon the sea, And it moved in her agony (because it was the end!)... Poems - Post by : stevemay - Date : September 2011 - Author : Alfred Noyes - Read : 1649

Astrid Astrid

Astrid
(An Experiment in Initial Rhymes) White-armed Astrid,--ah, but she was beautiful!-- Nightly wandered weeping thro' the ferns in the moon, Slowly, weaving her strange garland in the forest, Crowned with white violets, Gowned in green. Holy was that glen where she glided, Making her wild garland as Merlin had bidden her, Breaking off the milk-white horns of the honey-suckle, Sweetly dripped the dew upon her small white Feet. White-throated Astrid,--ah, but she was beautiful!-- Nightly sought the answer to that riddle in the moon. She must weave her... Poems - Post by : Daniel_Stidham - Date : September 2011 - Author : Alfred Noyes - Read : 2010

The Cry In The Night The Cry In The Night

The Cry In The Night
It tears at the heart in the night, that moan of the wind, That desolate moan. It is worse than the cry of a child. I can hardly bear To hear it, alone. It is worse than the sobbing of love, when love is estranged: For this is a cry Out of the desolate ages. It never has changed. It never can die. A cry... Poems - Post by : LotsofSmiles - Date : September 2011 - Author : Alfred Noyes - Read : 1882

The Heroic Dead The Heroic Dead

The Heroic Dead
(On the loss of the Titanic) If in the noon they doubted, in the night They never swerved. Death had no power to appal. There was one Way, one Truth, one Life, one Light, One Love that shone triumphant over all. If in the noon they doubted, at the last There was no Way to part, no Way but One That rolled the waves of Nature back and cast In ancient days a shadow across the sun. If in the noon they doubted, their... Poems - Post by : mserovey - Date : September 2011 - Author : Alfred Noyes - Read : 2691

In Memoriam: Samuel Coleridge-taylor In Memoriam: Samuel Coleridge-taylor

In Memoriam: Samuel Coleridge-taylor
Farewell! The soft mists of the sunset-sky Slowly enfold his fading birch-canoe! Farewell! His dark, his desolate forests cry, Moved to their vast, their sorrowful depths anew. Fading! Nay, lifted thro' a heaven of light, His proud sails brightening thro' that crimson flame, Leaving us lonely on the shores of night, Home to Ponemah take his deathless fame. Generous as a child, so wholly free From all base pride that fools forgot his crown, He adored Beauty, in pure ecstasy,... Poems - Post by : imported_n/a - Date : September 2011 - Author : Alfred Noyes - Read : 1708

The World's Wedding The World's Wedding

The World's Wedding
"Et quid curae nobis de generibus et speciebus? Ex uno Verbo omnia, et unum loquuntur omnia. Cui omnia unum sunt, quique ad unum omnia trahit et omnia in uno videt, potest stabilis corde esse."--THOMAS A KEMPIS. I When poppies fired the nut-brown wheat, My love went by with sun-stained feet: I followed her laughter, followed her, followed her, all a summer's morn! But O, from an elfin palace of air,... Poems - Post by : Tom_Darby - Date : September 2011 - Author : Alfred Noyes - Read : 1600

The Sacred Oak The Sacred Oak

The Sacred Oak
(A Song of Britain) I Voice of the summer stars that, long ago, Sang thro' the old oak-forests of our isle, Enchanted voice, pure as her falling snow, Dark as her storms, bright as her sunniest smile, Taliessin, voice of Britain, the fierce flow Of fourteen hundred years has whelmed not thee! Still art thou singing, lavrock of her morn, Singing to heaven in that first golden glow, Singing above her mountains and her sea!... Poems - Post by : amit2602 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Alfred Noyes - Read : 3412

The Waggon The Waggon

The Waggon
Crimson and black on the sky, a waggon of clover Slowly goes rumbling, over the white chalk road; And I lie in the golden grass there, wondering why So little a thing As the jingle and ring of the harness, The hot creak of leather, The peace of the plodding, Should suddenly, stabbingly, make it... Poems - Post by : livefree - Date : September 2011 - Author : Alfred Noyes - Read : 626

In Memory Of A British Aviator In Memory Of A British Aviator

In Memory Of A British Aviator
On those young brows that knew no fear We lay the Roman athlete's crown, The laurel of the charioteer, The imperial garland of renown, While those young eyes, beyond the sun, See Drake, see Raleigh, smile "Well done." Their desert seas that knew no shore To-night with fleets like cities flare; But, frailer even than theirs of yore, His keel a new-found deep would dare: They watch, with thrice-experienced eyes What fleets shall follow through the skies. They would not scoff,... Poems - Post by : sbugi14 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Alfred Noyes - Read : 2822

A Salute From The Fleet A Salute From The Fleet

A Salute From The Fleet
I The Guns of H.M.S. Royal Sovereign Ocean-mother of England, thine is the crowning acclaim. Here, in the morning of battle, from over the world and beyond, Here, by our fleets of steel, silently foam into line Fleets of our glorious dead, thy shadowy oak-walled ships. Mother, for O, thy soul must speak thro' our iron lips! How should we speak to the ages, unless with a word of thine? Utter it, Victory! Let thy great signal flash thro' the... Poems - Post by : sanjib - Date : September 2011 - Author : Alfred Noyes - Read : 1572

The Return Of The Home-born The Return Of The Home-born

The Return Of The Home-born
All along the white chalk coast The mist lifts clear. Wight is glimmering like a ghost. The ship draws near. Little inch-wide meadows Lost so many a day, The first time I knew you Was when I turned away. Island--little island-- Lost so many a year, Mother of all I leave behind --Draw me near!-- Mother of half the rolling world, And O, so little and gray, The first time I found you... Poems - Post by : SuperBego - Date : September 2011 - Author : Alfred Noyes - Read : 2756