1: On The Day Of
ONCE more the storm is howling, and half hid Under this cradle-hood and coverlid My child sleeps on. There is no obstacle But Gregory’s wood and one bare hill Whereby the haystack- and roof-levelling wind. Bred on the Atlantic, can be stayed; And for an hour I have walked and prayed Because of the great gloom that is in my mind.– from A PRAYER FOR MY DAUGHTER
2: Six Months After
THEY must to keep their certainty accuse All that are different of a base intent; Pull down established honour; hawk for news Whatever their loose fantasy invent– from THE LEADERS OF THE CROWD
3: On The First Anniversary
NOW that we’re almost settled in our house I’ll name the friends that cannot sup with us Beside a fire of turf in th’ ancient tower, And having talked to some late hour Discoverers of forgotten truth Or mere companions of my youth, All, all are in my thoughts to-night being dead.– from IN MEMORY OF MAJOR ROBERT GREGORY
4: The Poet Remembers What Matters Most
MY dear, my dear, I know More than another What makes your heart beat so; Not even your own mother Can know it as I know, Who broke my heart for her When the wild thought, That she denies And has forgot, Set all her blood astir And glittered in her eyes.– from TO A YOUNG GIRL








