Poems by William Ernest Henley
Midsummer Midnight Skies
... Whose, Heart of my heart, Soul of my soul, but yours ...
To My Wife
... Those others, lived but left unsung ...
Attadale, West Highlands
... The wee white cots, black-hatted, plumed with smoke ...
O, Have You Blessed, Behind The Stars
... Then do you know the spirit of grace, ...
The Spirit Of Wine
... 'Come, sit with me, ye that are lovely, ...
Pro Rege Nostro
... Were the Song on your bugles blown, England -- ...
Anterotics
... . . O, the Spring--the Spring--the Spring! ...
Romance
... Mud, and chains, and stores, and anchors, ...
A Child
... To the friendly and comforting breast ...
Not To The Staring Day
... Or the anguish of prophecy tears them, and they wring ...
Pastoral
... Blackbirds are bugling, and white in wet winds ...
Where Forlorn Sunsets Flare And Fade
... Out of the sight of the lamp and star, ...
London Types: 'Liza
... Which knock you speechless-like a load of bricks! ...
The Wan Sun Westers, Faint And Slow
... The silken shrouds with spells are manned, ...
The Sea Is Full Of Wandering Foam
... My restless thoughts among them roam ...
