Poems
14.03.2010 / 04.52 am
 
by Francis Ernley Walrond
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I walk in a garden of roses,
'Twixt lawn and shaven lawn,
And I think of the wild free spaces,
And the rose of a breathless dawn.

Gentle and sweet beside me
Goes the wife that bears my name,
But I dream of a wild-eyed woman
And the sea that hides her shame.


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Ballade Of An Omnibus

"To see my love suffices me."
--Ballades in Blue China.
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For Whom The Bell Tolls

PERCHANCE he for whom this bell tolls may be so ill, as that he
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The Morning-watch

1 O joys! infinite sweetness! with what flow'rs
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The Timber

Sure thou didst flourish once! and many springs,
Many bright mornings, much dew, many showers,
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