Poetry

W. E. H. By  Gilbert Parker "Henley is dead!" Ah, but the sound and the sight of him, Buoyant, commanding, and strong, suffering, noble in …

Rosleen By  Gilbert Parker She’s the darlin’ of the parish, she’s the pride of Inniskillen; ‘Twould make your heart lep up to see her trippin’ down t…

Mary Callaghan and Me By  Gilbert Parker It was as fine a churchful as you ever clapt an eye on;     Oh, the bells was ringin’ gaily, and the sun was…

The Last Dream By  Gilbert Parker One more dream in the slow night watches,     One more sleep when the world is dumb, And his soul leans out to the …

I Heard the Desert Calling By  Gilbert Parker I heard the desert calling, and my heart stood still —      There was winter in my world and in my hear…

Love' s Usury By  Gilbert Parker Here count I over all the gentle deeds Which thou hast done; here summon I thy words, Sweeter to me than sweetes…

Yet Life is Sweet By  Gilbert Parker Yet life is sweet. Thy soul hath breathed along, Thine eyes have cast their glory on the earth, Thy foot hath to…

The Twilight of Love By  Gilbert Parker Adieu! and the sun goes awearily down, The mist creeps up o’er the sleepy town, The white sails bend to the s…

Love is Enough By  Gilbert Parker It is enough that in this burdened time The soul sees all its purposes aright. The rest — what does it matter? Soon…

Love’s Language By  Gilbert Parker Just now a wave of perfume floated up To greet my senses as I broke the seal Of her short letter; and I still can …

Love’s Courage By  Gilbert Parker Courage have I to face all bitter things, That start out darkly from the rugged path, Leading to life’s achievement…

The Waking By  Gilbert Parker To be young is to dream, and I dreamed no more;     I had smothered my heart as the fighter can: I toiled, and I looked…