Orrick Johns Poems
- 1. The Sea-lands
Would I were on the sea-lands,
Where winds know how to sting;
And in the rocks at midnight
The lost long murmurs sing.
... - 2. The Interpreter
In the very early morning when the light was low
She got all together and she went like snow,
Like snow in the springtime on a sunny hill,
And we were only frightened and can't think still.
... - 3. Little Things
There's nothing very beautiful and nothing very gay
About the rush of faces in the town by day,
But a light tan cow in a pale green mead,
That is very beautiful, beautiful indeed . . .
... - 4. Dilemma
What though the moon should come
With a blinding glow,
And the stars have a game
On the wood's edge,
...
