Poems by Arthur Henry Adams
Dawn.
... The stone that blocked the sepulchre is backward rolled ...
A Spring Sonnet
... The North-east brought his word of gladness, "Soon!" ...
To My Love.
... give to me A breathing thought that I may keep to kiss!" ...
The Weakling
... Yetthin weak lips and woman-chin &emsp ...
Lament.
... How thy hands would pluck my breast! ...
Epitaph.
... Shuddered from my kiss, and passed ...
The Wonderful Aussie Waler
... There's a paddock green with grass to your knees ...
Myself My Song.
... satisfied, Though my voice be evanescent, ...
Satana.
... and desire Will plead in those eyes that were all disdain, ...
The Girl At The Harp.
... And my charmed heart in vibrant rapture leaves ...
The Poet To Be Yet.
... NOT he who sings smooth songs that soothe ...
Afterwards.
... Yet through my sorrow laughs this song: ...
In Hyde Park.
... On Night's smooth garment running o'er ...
Bereft.
... I lie awake And whisper to my hopes, "To-night I'll hear ...
Lovers
... We had been strangers only! Here, close-caught ...
