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  • The Incense Bearers
    To the London Metropolitan Police
    Toward the sun the drenched May-hedges lift
    23 lines
  • Robecq again
    Robecq had straw and a comfortable tavern
    There men might their sinews feel slowly recovering
    14 lines
  • Of Grandcourt
    Through miles of mud we travelled, and by sick valleys-
    The Valley of Death at last – most evil alleys,
    23 lines
  • The Cloud
    One could not see or think, the heat overcame one,
    With a dazzle of square road to challenge and blind one,
    19 lines
  • The Soaking
    The rain has come, and the earth must be very glad
    Of its moisture, and the made roads, all dust clad;
    8 lines
  • Personages
    Beauty and bright fame go not together, I
    Bought oranges to-day from Queen Deirdre.
    12 lines
  • When March blows
    When March blows, and Monday's linen is shown
    On the goose berry bushes, and the worried washer alone
    7 lines
  • The Comparison
    What Malvern is the day is, and it's touchstone
    Gray velvet, or moonmarked; rich, or bare as bone;
    13 lines
  • The Miracles
    What things I have missed today, I know very well
    But the seeing of them each new time is miracle,
    7 lines
  • Leckhampton Chimney has fallen down
    Leckhampton chimney has fallen down
    The birds of Crickley have cried it, it is known in the town,
    13 lines
  • Song of Pain and Beauty: To M.M.S
    O may these days of pain,
    These wasted-seeming days,
    20 lines
  • Stars Sliding
    The stars are sliding wanton through trees,
    The sky is sliding steady over all.
    8 lines
  • The Hoe Scrapes Earth
    The hoe scrapes earth as fine in grain as sand,
    I like the swirl of it and the swing in the hand
    8 lines
  • When the body might free
    When the body might tree, and there was use in walking,
    In October time — crystal air-time and free words were talking.
    8 lines
  • There is a man
    There is a man who has swept or rubbed a floor
    This morning crying in the Most Holy Name
    13 lines
  • Poem For The End
    So the last poem is laid flat in its place,
    And Crickley with Crucifix Comer leaves from my face
    26 lines
  • Midnight
    There is no sound within the cottage now,
    But my pen and the sound of long rain
    8 lines
  • Larches
    Larches are most fitting small red hills
    That rise like swollen antheaps likeably
    16 lines
  • Saturday's Comings
    The horses of day plunge and are restrained
    Dawn broadens to quarter height, and the meadow mists
    8 lines
  • Tobacco
    When tobacco came, When Raleigh did first bring in
    The unfabled herb, the plant of peace, the king
    58 lines
  • She was a village
    Of lovely knowledge
    The high roads left her aside, she was forlorn, a maid —
    15 lines
  • The Road
    Out beyond Aldgate is a road,
    And a broad,
    85 lines
  • Kettle-song
    The worry and low murmur
    Of the black kettle are set
    7 lines
  • What Evil Coil
    What evil coil of Fate has fastened me
    Who cannot move to sight, whose bread is sight,
    7 lines
  • Rainy Midnight
    Long shines the line of wet lamps dark in gleaming,
    The trees so still felt yet as strength not used,
    8 lines
  • Smudgy Dawn
    Smudgy dawn scarfed in military colours
    Northward, and flowing wider like slow sea water,
    9 lines
  • Kilns
    Severn has kilns set all along her banks
    Where the thin reeds grow and rushes in ranks;
    34 lines
  • Toussaints (ToJ.W.H.)
    Life softly clanging cymbals were
    Plane-trees, poplars Autumn had
    28 lines
  • The Square Thing
    At Norton Green the tower stands well off road
    And is a squareness meaning many things;
    13 lines
  • New Year's Eve
    Aveluy and New Year's eve, and the time as tender
    As if green buds grew. In the low West a slender
    15 lines
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