Author: John Masefield

“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 […]

I had seen flowers come in stony places And kind things done by men with ugly faces, And the gold […]