John Shaw Neilson Heart Poems

  • 1.
    The young girl stood beside me.
    I Saw not what her young eyes could see:
    - A light, she said, not of the sky
    Lives somewhere in the Orange Tree.
    ...
  • 2.
    Beauty imposes reverence in the Spring,
    Grave as the urge within the honeybuds,
    It wounds us as we sing.

    ...
  • 3.
    I would be dismal with all the fine pearls of the crown of a king;
    But I can talk plainly to you, you little blue flower of the Spring!
    Here in the heart of September the world that I walk in is full
    Of the hot happy sound of the shearing, the rude heavy scent of the wool.
    ...
  • 4.
    O HEART of Spring!
    Spirit of light and love and joyous day,
    So soon to faint beneath the fiery Summer:
    Still smiles the Earth, eager for thee alway:
    ...
  • 5.
    Fear it has faded and the night:
    The bells all peal the hour of nine:
    The schoolgirls hastening through the light
    Touch the unknowable Divine.
    ...
  • 6.
    In the far days, when every day was long,
    Fear was upon me and the fear was strong,
    Ere I had learned the recompense of song.

    ...
  • 7.
    Three women walked upon a road,
    And the first said airily,
    â??Of all the trees in all the world
    Which is the loving tree?�
    ...
  • 8.
    A pleasant shady place it is, a pleasant place and cool -
    The township folk go up and down, the children pass to school.
    Along the river lies my world, a dear sweet world to me:
    I sit and learn - I cannot go; there is so much to see.
    ...
  • 9.
    YOU, AND YELLOW AIR by John Shaw Neilson
    I dream of an old kissing-time
    And the flowered follies there;
    In the dim place of cherry-trees,
    ...
Total 9 Heart Poems by John Shaw Neilson

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