English poetry

Poems in English

A Good Knight In Prison

Wearily, drearily, Half the day long, Flap the great banners High over the stone; Strangely and eerily Sounds the wind’s […]

Summer Dawn

Pray but one prayer for me ‘twixt thy closed lips, Think but one thought of me up in the stars. […]

The Defence of Guenevere

But, learning now that they would have her speak, She threw her wet hair backward from her brow, Her hand […]


I am the ancient apple-queen, As once I was so am I now. For evermore a hope unseen, Betwixt the […]

Near But Far Away

She wavered, stopped and turned, methought her eyes, The deep grey windows of her heart, were wet, Methought they softened […]

The Chapel in Lyonesse

SIR OZANA. All day long and every day, From Christmas-Eve to Whit-Sunday, Within that Chapel-aisle I lay, And no man […]

A Death Song

What cometh here from west to east awending? And who are these, the marchers stern and slow? We bear the […]

The Doomed Ship

The doomed ship drives on helpless through the sea, All that the mariners may do is done And death is […]

Love’s Gleaning Tide

Draw not away thy hands, my love, With wind alone the branches move, And though the leaves be scant above […]


Slayer of the winter, art thou here again? O welcome, thou that’s bring’st the summer nigh! The bitter wind makes […]

Song VII: Dawn Talks to Day

Dawn talks to Day Over dew-gleaming flowers, Night flies away Till the resting of hours: Fresh are thy feet And […]

In Arthur’s House

In Arthur’s house whileome was I When happily the time went by In midmost glory of his days. He held […]

For the Bed at Kelmscott

The wind’s on the wold And the night is a-cold, And Thames runs chill ‘Twixt mead and hill. But kind […]

The Eve of Crecy

Gold on her head, and gold on her feet, And gold where the hems of her kirtle meet, And a […]

King Arthur’s Tomb

Hot August noon: already on that day Since sunrise through the Wiltshire downs, most sad Of mouth and eye, he […]

Near Avalon

A ship with shields before the sun, Six maidens round the mast, A red-gold crown on every one, A green […]

Iceland First Seen

Lo from our loitering ship a new land at last to be seen; Toothed rocks down the side of the […]

Mine and Thine

Two words about the world we see, And nought but Mine and Thine they be. Ah! might we drive them […]

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