Poems by William Ernest Henley
A New Song to an Old Tune
... A crutch for the rest of life -- who cares, ...
Some Starlit Garden Grey With Dew
... Think on the shame of dreams for deeds, ...
If It Should Come To Be
... Of hours that smiled and shone, ...
When The Wind Storms By With A Shout
... Sons of the Sword heart-sick for a stave of your sire's old song - ...
In The Dials
... Youngsters and youngsters round them prance and bound ...
Before
... And, face to face with chance, I shrink a little: ...
Your Heart Has Trembled To My Tongue
... Your thought to me has leaned and clung, ...
Dedication--To My Wife
... Only to you; And, singing as when all was young, ...
London Types: Drum-Major
... That, though the creature stands but five feet five, ...
Andante Con Moto
... Through street and square, through square and street, ...
Fresh From His Fastnesses
... The North Wind, the mad huntsman, ...
Etching
... And a snore. When his wife (who was a widow, ...
The Blackbird
... And the blackbird plays but a boxwood flute, ...
O, Falmouth Is a Fine Town
... O, the oak and the ash and the bonnie birken tree, ...
The Full Sea Rolls And Thunders
... O, bury me not in the senseless earth ...
