Author: John Masefield

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 […]

A WIND’S in the heart of me, a fire’s in my heels, I am tired of brick and stone and […]

FLESH, I have knocked at many a dusty door, Gone down full many a midnight lane, Probed in old walls […]

Be with me, Beauty, for the fire is dying; My dog and I are old, too old for roving. Man, […]

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is […]

Night is on the downland, on the lonely moorland, On the hills where the wind goes over sheep-bitten turf, Where […]

I HAVE seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hills Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of […]

“Goneys an’ gullies an’ all o’ the birds o’ the sea They ain’t no birds, not really”, said Billy the […]

Thy place is biggyd above the sterrys cleer, Noon erthely paleys wrouhte in so statly wyse, Com on my freend, […]

SILENT are the woods, and the dim green boughs are Hushed in the twilight: yonder, in the path through The […]