Poetry

Summer is Come By  Gilbert Parker Summer is come; the corn is in the ear,     The haze is swimming where the beeches stand; Summer is come, though wi…

At Sea By  Gilbert Parker Through the round window above, the deep palpable blue,     The wan bright moon, and the sweet stinging breath of the sea; …

The Bride By  Gilbert Parker A ship at sea; a port to anchor in; Not far a starry light upon the shore. The sheeted lightning, like a golden door, Sw…

Vex not This Ghost By  Gilbert Parker Upon the rack of this tough world I hear, As when Cordelia’s glories all dissever- “Never — never — never — nev…

In Maytime By  Gilbert Parker The apple blossoms glisten Within the crowned trees; The meadow grasses listen The din of busy bees; The wayward, woodl…

The Beggar By  Gilbert Parker Poor as a sparrow was I, But I was saved like a king; I heard the death-bells ring, Yet I saw a light in the sky: And n…

The Fool By  Gilbert Parker I was a fool; nothing had I to know Of men, and naught to men had I to give. God gave me nothing; now to God I go, Now as…

Was it Some Golden Star? By  Gilbert Parker Once in another land,     Ages ago, You were a queen, and I,     I loved you so: Where was it that we lov…

Under the Cliff By  Gilbert Parker The sands and the sea, and the white gulls fleeting,     The mist on the island, the cloud on the hill; The song i…

The Meeting By  Gilbert Parker O marvel of our nature, that one life Strikes through the thousand lives that fold it round, To find another, even as …

Over the Hills By  Gilbert Parker Over the hills they are waiting to greet us, They who have scanned all the ultimate places, Fathomed the world and …

Eyes Like the Sea By  Gilbert Parker Eyes like the sea, look up, the beacons brighten,     Home comes the sailor, home across the tide! Back drifts t…

In Camp at Juniper Cove By  Gilbert Parker A little brown sparrow came tripping Across the green grass at my feet; A kingfisher poised, and was peeri…

Juniper Cove Twenty Years After By  Gilbert Parker The bay gleams softly in the sun, The morning widens o’er the world: The bluebird’s song is just b…