Poems by John Payne
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June
... Now that thrush, finch, lark, linnet, ousel, wren ...
April
... Yet, though thy bright prime passeth, still shall praise ...
September
... On earth might yield, bound are thy brows for crown, ...
January
... Some sense of flowers and light and Summer-sweet, ...
False February
... Well though we know the thing's a Winter's trick, ...
The 'Sad Ditty' Born Of The Story Of Isabella
... Fivescore gold crowns, that in my purse have I, ...
October
... But in these mist-attempered noons of thine, &emsp ...
August
... Harkened the cushat's soft insistent croon, &emsp ...
December
... " And in our ears the wild blast shrilleth, "Fool, ...
November
... The withered wrack of that which was so fair: &emsp ...
February
... Well nigh the cuckoo's call, the wild bee's hum ...
July
... Whil'st, as the long rays lengthen to the night, ...
May
... Have in the fresh-flowered fields and spring's sweet sight!" ...
March
... Rude blusterer, with thy cloud-compelling blast, ...
The Foredawn Hour
... IV Oft, in this darkling hour of doubt and dread, ...
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