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Leon Gellert's Poetry, by title

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  • If you were here
    these long grey fields of space
    9 lines
  • Thy talks on God, and glories of His fields
    Are woven into my unworthy past.
    13 lines
  • The moving hours move slowly by the palms.
    The lazy Nile laps softly as it flows.
    15 lines
  • Be still. The bleeding night is in suspense
    Of watchful agony and coloured thought,
    14 lines
  • The night has come,, I feel the desert dew,
    I lie in Afric's sands
    10 lines
  • Beside the doors of a keen-lighted hall
    I paused, and quite by chance
    19 lines
  • Again the clash is East, the Gates are barred.
    The rolling echoes of of Troy arise
    14 lines
  • There’s a lonely stretch of hillocks:
    There’s a beach asleep and drear:
    11 lines, 3 comments
  • The world rolls wet with blood,
    and the skinny hand of Death
    12 lines
  • We always had to do our work at night.
    I wondered why we had to be so sly.
    14 lines
  • A red-roofed house is shining to the skies;
    A house red-roofed and brilliant in  the wind:
    13 lines
  • I lie by the garden wall,
    Buried and all alone;
    49 lines
  • Come not to me with loveliness
    Across the crying hill;
    14 lines
  • Point thy battered prow to the dark shore
    Thou hoary son of Erebus, and dip thy blades
    30 lines
  • Oh, I am lonely by a desert palm,
    And dreaming, dreaming on the sands of thought
    28 lines
  • Oh, dreams of France! Oh, faded dreams of France!
    Ohm France, that I had ever dreamed of thee!
    13 lines
  • The iron is hidden in forgetfulness.
    A smoothness comes to men and lies on lands.
    14 lines
  • Everything seems lost and gone.
    The world seems void; and I alone
    70 lines
  • Waft on, thou upward breeze
    From the warm south!
    18 lines
  • Every night I sleep,
    And every night I dream
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • The island sleeps,-but it has no delight
    For em, to whom that sleep has been unkind.
    47 lines
  • Lemnos! Lemnos! Thine enfolding arms
    Have held too much, they patterned hills are over shorn
    13 lines
  • Oh Peace! The Peace I knew. I thought thee dead!
    And had not hoped again to see thy smile.
    13 lines
  • A moon upon a moonlit sea
    To me thou art;
    22 lines
  • I see wild waves that break, and breaking-run;
    And the wild sea-birds wheeling round the ships;
    14 lines
  • The tangled twilight of your hair
    Blew soft against my face,
    16 lines
  • I met my love a-weeping,
    Weeping in the night-tide pale;
    30 lines
  • Upon the threshold, red-eyed Murder stands,
    Fresh from his slaughter-house of human meat,
    14 lines
  • Now ‘neath the cool stars
    I know thee more.
    18 lines
  • I mind they told me on a noisy hill
    I sat and disbelieved, and shook my head:
    13 lines
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