Francis William Bourdillon Sweet Poems

  • 1.
    The dews were on the hedges,
    The mist was on the mead,
    When down among the sedges
    I wrought my pipe of reed.
    ...
  • 2.
    Not here in the populous town,
    In the playhouse or mart,
    Not here in the ways gray and brown,
    Bnt afar on the green-swelling down,
    ...
  • 3.
    Light falls the rain
    On link and laine,
    After the burning day;
    And the bright scene,
    ...
  • 4.
    Only to live! There nothing is more sweet.
    Only to live! There nothing is more bitter.
    Only to live, when flowers are at the feet
    And overhead the happy swallows twitter.
    ...
  • 5.
    HE came to call me back from death
    To the bright world above.
    I hear him yet with trembling breath
    Low calling, รข??O sweet love!
    ...
  • 6.
    An acorn swung
    On an oak-tree bough;
    So long it had hung,
    It would fain fall now
    ...
  • 7.
    Oft had I felt, like pure Endymion,
    Such love for the sweet moon, that I had well
    Believed her able on earth to love and dwell
    With whatso man she set her love upon;
    ...
  • 8.
    O CHANTRY of the Cherubim,
    Down-looking on the stream!
    Beneath thy boughs the day grows dim;
    Through windows comes the gleam;
    ...
Total 8 Sweet Poems by Francis William Bourdillon

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