Poems by John Masefield
Night Is On The Downland
... On the hills where the wind goes over sheep-bitten turf, ...
Sea Change
... They fishes, they never stands watches, they waggle their wings ...
One of the Bo'sun's Yarns
... 'Then the mate came dancin' on to the scene, 'n' he says, "Now quit yer chin, ...
On Eastnor Knoll
... A bright white star blinks, the pale moon rounds, but ...
The Seekers
... But the dolorous town where mourners are going about the street ...
Sonnet II
... Have you for peace, that not the whole war's thunder, ...
A Wanderer's Song
... To a windy, tossing anchorage where yawls and ketches ride, ...
Beauty
... Are her voice, and her hair, and eyes, and the dear red curve of her lips ...
By a Bier-Side
... Death drifts the brain with dust and soils the young limbs' glory, ...
Reynard the Fox - Part 1
... His tanned, drawn cheeks looked old and hollowed, ...
Fragments
... The dream that fires man's heart to make, ...
Sea Fever
... To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the wind's like a whetted knife ...
Cargoes
... Dirty British coaster with a salt-caked smoke stack, ...
The West Wind
... I've a balm for bruised hearts, brother, sleep for aching eyes," ...
A Ballad of John Silver
... Then the dead men fouled the scuppers and the wounded filled the chains, ...
