John Shaw Neilson Night Poems

  • 1.
    When he was old and thin
    And knew not night or day
    He would sit up to say
    Something of the fire within.
    ...
  • 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.
    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.
    ...
  • 5.
    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.
    ...
  • 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.
    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.
    ...
  • 8.
    THE STARS are pale.
    Old is the Night, his case is grievous,
    His strength doth fail.

    ...
Total 8 Night Poems by John Shaw Neilson

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