John Shaw Neilson Long Poems

  • 1.
    Shyly the silver-hatted mushrooms make
    Soft entrance through,
    And undelivered lovers, half awake,
    Hear noises in the dew
    ...
  • 2.
    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:
    ...
  • 3.
    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.
    ...
  • 4.
    Ragged, unheeded, stooping, meanly shod,
    The poor pass to the pond: not far away
    The spires go up to God.

    ...
  • 5.
    HAVE you ever been down to my countree
    Where the trees are green and tall?
    The days are long and the heavens are high,
    But the people there are small.
    ...
  • 6.
    Oh 'twas a poor country, in Autumn it was bare,
    The only green was the cutting grass and the sheep found little there.
    Oh, the thin wheat and the brown oats were never two foot high,
    But down in the poor country no pauper was I.
    ...
  • 7.
    In the dim counties
    we take the long calm
    Lilting no haziness,
    sequel or psalm.
    ...
  • 8.
    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.

    ...
  • 9.
    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.
    ...
Total 9 Long Poems by John Shaw Neilson

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