Poems eBook

Denis Florence MacCarthy
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 215 pages of information about Poems.


[Knows he who tills this lonely field
  To reap its scanty corn,
What mystic fruit his acres yield
  At midnight and at morn?]

That field by spirits bad and good,
  By Hell and Heaven is haunted,
And every rood in the hemlock wood
  I know is ground enchanted.

[In the long sunny afternoon
  The plain was full of ghosts: 
I wandered up, I wandered down,
  Beset by pensive hosts.]

For in those lonely grounds the sun
  Shines not as on the town,
In nearer arcs his journeys run,
  And nearer stoops the moon.

There in a moment I have seen
  The buried Past arise;
The fields of Thessaly grew green,
  Old gods forsook the skies.

I cannot publish in my rhyme
  What pranks the greenwood played;
It was the Carnival of time,
  And Ages went or stayed.

To me that spectral nook appeared
  The mustering Day of Doom,
And round me swarmed in shadowy troop
  Things past and things to come.

The darkness haunteth me elsewhere;
  There I am full of light;
In every whispering leaf I hear
  More sense than sages write.

Underwoods were full of pleasance,
  All to each in kindness bend,
And every flower made obeisance
  As a man unto his friend.

Far seen, the river glides below,
  Tossing one sparkle to the eyes: 
I catch thy meaning, wizard wave;
  The River of my Life replies.


Let me go where’er I will,
I hear a sky-born music still: 
It sounds from all things old,
It sounds from all things young,
From all that’s fair, from all that’s foul,
Peals out a cheerful song.

It is not only in the rose,
It is not only in the bird,
Not only where the rainbow glows,
Nor in the song of woman heard,
But in the darkest, meanest things
There alway, alway something sings.

’T is not in the high stars alone,
Nor in the cup of budding flowers,
Nor in the redbreast’s mellow tone,
Nor in the bow that smiles in showers,
But in the mud and scum of things
There alway, alway something sings.


A Queen rejoices in her peers,
And wary Nature knows her own
By court and city, dale and down,
And like a lover volunteers,
And to her son will treasures more
And more to purpose freely pour
In one wood walk, than learned men
Can find with glass in ten times ten.


Who saw the hid beginnings
  When Chaos and Order strove,
Or who can date the morning. 
  The purple flaming of love?

I saw the hid beginnings
  When Chaos and Order strove,
And I can date the morning prime
  And purple flame of love.

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