Poet Robert Service

Robert Service

Robert Service Poems

  • 451.  
    I looked down on a daisied lawn
    To where a host of tiny eyesOf snow and gold from velvet shone
  • 452.  
    Do you recall that happy bike
    With bundles on our backs?How near to heaven it was like
  • 453.  
    That scathing word I used in scorn
    (Though half a century ago)Comes back to me this April morn,
  • 454.  
    “If you repent,” the Parson said,”
    Your sins will be forgiven.Aye, even on your dying bed
  • 455.  
    So crystal clear it is to me
    That when I die I cease to be,All else seems sheer stupidity.
  • 456.  
    I'd hate to be centipede (of legs I've only two),
    For if new trousers I should need (as oftentimes I do),The bill would come to such a lot 'twould tax an Astorbilt,
  • 457.  
    Each New Year's Eve I used to brood
    On my misdoings of the past,And vowed: “This year I'll be so good-
  • 458.  
    I used to sing, when I was young,
    The joy of idleness;But now I'm grey I hold my tongue,
  • 459.  
    He had the grocer's counter-stoop,
    That little man so grey and neat;His moustache had a doleful droop,
  • 460.  
    I saw the Greatest Man on Earth,
    Aye, saw him with my proper eyes.A loin-cloth spanned his proper girth,
  • 461.  
    I envy not those gay galoots
    Who count on dying in their boots;For that, to tell the sober truth
  • 462.  
    Here lyeth one
    Who loved the sun;Who lived with zest,
  • 463.  
    Oh, I was born a lyric babe
    (That last word is a bore-It's only rhyme is astrolabe,”
  • 464.  
    We pitied him because
    He lived alone;His tiny cottage was
  • 465.  
    Through eyelet holes I watched the crowd
    Rain of confetti fling;Their joy is lush, their laughter loud,
  • 466.  
    With peace and rest
    And wisdom sage,Ripeness is best
  • 467.  
    Beneath the trees I lounged at ease
    And watched them speed the pace;They swerved and swung, they clutched and clung,
  • 468.  
    In Paris on a morn of May
    I sent a radio transalanticTo catch a steamer on the way,
  • 469.  
    He gives me such a bold and curious look,
    That young American across the way,As if he'd like to put me in a book
  • 470.  
    I'm one of these haphazard chaps
    Who sit in cafes drinking;A most improper taste, perhaps,
  • 471.  
    Three gentlemen live close beside me-
    A painter of pictures bizarre,A poet whose virtues might guide me,
  • 472.  
    I look at no one, me;
    I pass them on the stair;Shadows! I don't see;
  • 473.  
    Though elegance I ill afford,
    My living-room is green and gold;The former tenant was a lord
  • 474.  
    When they shall close my careless eyes
    And look their last upon my face,I fear that some will say: “her lies
  • 475.  
    As home from church we two did plod,
    “Grandpa,” said Rosy, “What is God?”Seeking an answer to her mind,
  • 476.  
    I'll wait until my money's gone
    Before I take the sleeping pills;Then when they find me in the dawn,
  • 477.  
    By parents I would not be pinned,
    Nor in my home abide,For I was wanton as the wind
  • 478.  
    Ruins in Rome are four a penny,
    And here along the Appian WayI see the monuments of many
  • 479.  
    I gave an eye to save from night
    A babe born blind;And now with eager semi-sight
  • 480.  
    When you come home I'll not be round
    To welcome you.They'll take you to a grassy mound
  • 481.  
    He sleeps beside me in the bed;
    Upon my breast I hold his head;Oh how I would that we were wed,
  • 482.  
    Each morning as I catch my bus,
    A-fearing I'll be late,I think: there are in all of us
  • 483.  
    I saw a Priest in beetle black
    Come to our golden beach,And I was taken sore aback
  • 484.  
    Oh how I love the laughing sea,
    Sun lances splintering;Or with a virile harmony
  • 485.  
    When I go on my morning walk,
    Because I'm mild,If I be in the mood to talk
  • 486.  
    My Master is a man of might
    With manners like a hog;He makes me slave from morn to night
  • 487.  
    Young man, gather gold and gear,
    they will wear you well;You can thumb your nose at fear,
  • 488.  
    I stood beside the silken rope,
    Five dollars in my hand,And waited in my patient hope
  • 489.  
    A hundred people I employed,
    But when they struck for higher pay,I was so damnably annoyed
  • 490.  
    I

  • 491.  
    Selecting in the dining-room
    The silver of his choice,The burglar heard from chamber gloom
  • 492.  
    'Tis hard to hang a husky lad
    When larks are in the sky;It hurts when daffydills are glad
  • 493.  
    Give me a cabin in the woods
    Where not a human soul intrudes;Where I can sit beside a stream
  • 494.  
    If on water and sweet bread
    Seven years I'll add to life,For me will no blood be shed,
  • 495.  
    My Pa and Ma their honeymoon
    Passed in an Andulasian June,And though produced in Drury Lane,
  • 496.  
    Obit 23rd April 1616

  • 497.  
    When I played my penny whistle on the braes above Lochgyle
    The heather bloomed about us, and we heard the peewit call;As you bent above your knitting something fey was in your smile,
  • 498.  
    When I was cub reporter I
    Would interview the Great,And sometimes they would make reply,
  • 499.  
    What I seek far yet seldom find
    Is large simplicity of mind In fellow men;
  • 500.  
    You say I am the slave of Fate
    Bound by unalterable laws.I harken, but your words I hate,
Total 831 poems written by Robert Service

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