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• Gold

  All day the mallet thudded far below
  My garret, in an old ramshackle shed
  Where ceaselessly, with stiffly nodding head …

  Wilfrid Wilson Gibson

• On Hampstead Heath

  Against the green flame of the hawthorn-tree,
  His scarlet tunic burns;
  And livelier than the green sap’s mantling glee …

  Wilfrid Wilson Gibson

• Battle - The Going

  He’s gone.
  I do not understand.
  I only know …

  Wilfrid Wilson Gibson

• Battle - The Joke

  He’d even have his joke
  While we were sitting tight,
  And so he needs must poke …

  Wilfrid Wilson Gibson

• Battle - In the Ambulance

  “two rows of cabbages,
  Two of curly-greens,
  Two rows of early peas, …

  Wilfrid Wilson Gibson

• Battle - Hit

  Out of the sparkling sea
  I drew my tingling body clear, and lay
  On a low ledge the livelong summer day, …

  Wilfrid Wilson Gibson

• Battle - The Housewife

  She must go back, she said,
  Because she’d not had time to make the bed.
  We’d hurried her away …

  Wilfrid Wilson Gibson

• Battle - Hill-born

  I sometimes wonder if it’s really true
  I ever knew
  Another life …

  Wilfrid Wilson Gibson

• Battle - The Fear

  I do not fear to die
  ’Neath the open sky,
  To meet death in the fight …

  Wilfrid Wilson Gibson

• Battle - Back

  They ask me where I’ve been,
  And what I’ve done and seen.
  But what can I reply …

  Wilfrid Wilson Gibson

• Star-Magic

  Though your beauty be a flower
  Of unimagined loveliness,
  It cannot lure me tonight; …

  Richard Butler Glaenzer

• Voyages

  I
  to come so soon to this imagined dark—
  More velvet-deep than any midnight park! …

  Douglas Goldring

• Early Morning at Bargis

  Clear air and grassy lea,
  Stream-song and cattle-bell—
  Dear man, what fools are we …

  Hermann Hagedorn

• Doors

  Like a young child who to his mother’s door
  Runs eager for the welcoming embrace,
  And finds the door shut, and with troubled face …

  Hermann Hagedorn

• Broadway

  How like the stars are these white, nameless faces—
  These far innumerable burning coals!
  This pale procession out of stellar spaces, …

  Hermann Hagedorn

• She Hears the Storm

  There was a time in former years—
  While my roof-tree was his—
  When I should have been distressed by fears …

  Thomas Hardy

• In the Moonlight

  “o lonely workman, standing there
  In a dream, why do you stare and stare
  At her grave, as no other grave there were? …

  Thomas Hardy

• The Man He Killed

  “had he and I but met
  By some old ancient inn,
  We should have sat us down to wet …

  Thomas Hardy

• The Mystery

  He came and took me by the hand
  Up to a red rose tree,
  He kept His meaning to Himself …

  Ralph Hodgson

• Three Poems

  I
  babylon—where i go dreaming
  When I weary of to-day, …

  Ralph Hodgson

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