Poems by Harold Monro
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Overhead On A Saltmarsh
... For your green glass beads, I love them so ...
Strange Meetings
... ground, Blinking at the April weather ...
Unknown Country
... Laughed to the laughing maid and fetched her broom ...
Dog
... * * * * * Thus, for your walk, we took ourselves, and went ...
Milk For The Cat
... But the cat is grown small and thin with desire, ...
Goldfish
... Suck the light in, so they are caught and played ...
Week-End
... The snoozing fire, and all the fields are still: ...
Aspidistra Street
... he gloomy aspidistraGlowering through the window-pane,Meditating heavy maxims,Moralising to the rain ...
Bitter Sanctuary
... Watch the shepherds on the downs,Lords and ladies at their toilet,Farmers, merchants, frothing towns ...
The Earth for Sale
... ther it be a person or a race,Earth, with a smiling face,Will hold and smother him in her large arms ...
Lovers in a London Shadow
... e old potter's ware,Moulded that people stare,And placed on chimney-piece apartTo please their heart ...
Midnight Lamentation
... hat we might meet,And that your living voiceMight sound aboveFear, and we two rejoiceWithin our love ...
Suburb
... ortable breachBetween her trilling laughters,Promises, in halting speech,Hopeless immense Hereafters ...
The Virgin
... st, for you yourselfWere known unto a virgin, and your sonWas born, and you had your delight therein ...
Overheard on a Saltmarsh
... No. I will howl in a deep lagoon for your green glass beads, I love them so ...
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