Poems by John Masefield
On Growing Old
... Man, whose young passion sets the spindrift flying, ...
Roadways
... A road without earth's road-dust ...
The Everlasting Mercy
... And nineteen times I went to gaol Now, friends, observe and look upon me, ...
An Epilogue
... And the gold cup won by the worst horse at the races, ...
Trade Winds
... And o' nights there's fire-flies and the yellow moon, ...
The Wanderer
... What strength there was that thus annulled man's hand, How next its triumph would compel man's will ...
A Creed
... These eyes of mine have blinked and shown ...
Captain Stratton's Fancy
... For it's that that makes the bonny drink to warm my copper nose, ...
The Yarn of the Loch Achray
... Till her canvas busts or her sticks are gone'-- ...
C.l.m.
... * * * * O grave, keep shut lest I be shamed ...
The Passing Strange
... And plough the field and stretch the tether,To pass the wine-cup and be witty, ...
Tewkesbury Road
... Through the grey light drift of the dust, in the keen cool rush of the air, ...
Sonnet
... But useless all, though sometimes when the moon ...
The Island of Skyros
... And thought, "So death obscures your gentle form, ...
Lollingdon Downs VIII
... The green earth cold, the April rain, the quiet waters figuring sky, ...
