Fragments of poems

 

My delight and Thy Delight fragment by Robert Bridges

 

My delight and thy delight

Walking, like two angels white,

In the gardens of the night

 

Spirits fragment by Robert Bridges (before 1890)

 

Angel spirits of sleep,

White-robed, with silver hair,

In your meadows fair,

Where the willows weep,

And the sad moonbeam

On the gilding stream

Writes her scatter’d dream

 

Poem fragment by Robert Bridges (before 1890)

My bed and pillow are cold,

My heart is faint with dread,

The air hath an odour of mould,

I dream I lie with the dead

 

Poem fragment by Robert Bridges (before 1890)

There’s not a ship in sight;

And as the sun goes under

Thick clouds conspire to cover

The moon that should rise yonder.

Thou art alone, fond lover.

 

Astronomy fragment by Iolo Aneurin Williams (from New Poems 1920?)

 

Jupiter may be this or that

Of stars that shine in heaven

Neptune a mere hypothesis

And Saturn one of seven

 

In The Fire fragment by Maurice Hewlett (1920?)

 

The fire burns low

Now the dying embers

Twinkle and glow

Like village lights

Seen from the heights

In dark Decembers

 

The Title of Poet fragment by Robert Graves

 

Poets are guardians

Of a shadowy island

With granges and forests

Warmed by the Moon.

 

Fragment by anonymous or by Harriet Comstock, from The Shield of Silence (1921, a word changed by me)

 

I’ll climb the frosty mountain,

And there I’ll tame the weather,

   I’ll tear the rainbow

   From the sky

And tie both ends together.

(Comstock’s version says, “there I’ll coin the weather”.)

 

On a Sleeping Friend, fragment by Hilaire Belloc (1922?)

 

Lady, when your lovely head

Droops to sink among the Dead,

And the quiet places keep

You that so divinely sleep;

Then the dead shall blessed be

With a new solemnity,

For such beauty descending

Pledges them that death is ending

 

On the little God, by Hilaire Belloc (1922)

 

Of all the gods that gave me all their glories

Today their deigns to walk with me but one.

I lead him by the hand and tell him stories.

It is the Queen of Cyprus’ son.

 

Woman’s Song fragment by Edward Shanks (1922)

 

No more against my bosom press thee,

Seek no more that my hands caress thee,

Leave the sad lips thou hast known so well;

If to my heart thou lean thine ear

There grieving thou shalt only hear

Vain murmuring of an empty shell.

 

Song of the Moderns fragment by J.G. Fletcher (1929?)

 

For every witch that died an electric lamp shall flare,

For every wizard drowned, the clear blue air

Shall roar with jazz bands into listening ears;

For every alchemist who spent in vain his years

Seeking the stone of truth, a motor-horn

Shall scare the sheep that wander among the corn.

Birth and Worth, fragment by Thomas Thornely (1929)

 

Man was once a brute! Well, need it cause distress?

Would it be greater had he ne’er been less,

But leaped to manhood from sheer nothingness?

 

Why shudder at the climbing of a tree?

What if he once crawled crab-like from the ocean

And stormed the land? Why, the more hero he!

 

Awake at Night fragment by Owen Barfield (1923)

 

Far are the voices now, and far

   The faces of my friends at noon—

The shoreless night, the flaming star,

   The dead rock-wrinkles on the moon!

 

Fragment by Kreyborg (1920s?)

 

The sky

Is that beautiful old parchment

In which the sun

And the moon

Keep their diary

 

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