Author: John Masefield

OH some are fond of red wine, and some are fond of white, And some are all for dancing by […]

IN the dark womb where I began My mother’s life made me a man. Through all the months of human […]

Here, where we stood together, we three men, Before the war had swept us to the East Three thousand miles […]

IN the harbor, in the island, in the Spanish Seas, Are the tiny white houses and the orange trees, And […]

THE Kings go by with jewled crowns; Their horses gleam, their banners shake, their spears are many. The sack of […]

IT’S a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds’ cries; I never hear the west wind but tears are […]

FRIENDS and loves we have none, nor wealth nor blessed abode, But the hope of the City of God at […]

IT is good to be out on the road, and going one knows not where, Going through meadow and village, […]

ONE road leads to London, One road leads to Wales, My road leads me seawards To the white dipping sails. […]

I HOLD that when a person dies His soul returns again to earth; Arrayed in some new flesh-disguise Another mother […]

ALL day they loitered by the resting ships, Telling their beauties over, taking stock; At night the verdict left my […]

We were schooner-rigged and rakish, With a long and lissome hull, And we flew the pretty colours of the crossbones […]

Out of the earth to rest or range Perpetual in perpetual change, The unknown passing through the strange. Water and […]

The Loch Achray was a clipper tall With seven-and-twenty hands in all. Twenty to hand and reef and haul, A […]

QUINQUIREME of Nineveh from distant Ophir, Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine, With a cargo of ivory, And apes […]