Total

The Chantry Of The Cherubim
O CHANTRY of the Cherubim,Down-looking on the stream!Beneath thy boughs the day grows dim;Through windows comes the gleam;A thousand raptures fill..
©  Francis William Bourdillon
The Piper
The dews were on the hedges,The mist was on the mead,When down among the sedgesI wrought my pipe of reed.I blew my pipe with power.Men only cursed..
©  Francis William Bourdillon
Sonnet Ii
As strong, as deep, as wide as is the sea,Though by the wind made restless as the wind,By billows fretted and by rocks confined,So strong, so deep..
©  Francis William Bourdillon
Excelsior
If one should strive to reach a star,He would not build a ladder high,Seek foot by foot to climb so far,And step by step ascend the sky;But he would..
©  Francis William Bourdillon
Two Robbers
When Death from some fair faceIs stealing life away,All weep, save she, the graceThat earth shall lose today.When Time from some fair faceSteals..
©  Francis William Bourdillon
Only To Live
Only to live! There nothing is more sweet.Only to live! There nothing is more bitter.Only to live, when flowers are at the feetAnd overhead the happy..
©  Francis William Bourdillon
Sonnet I
Oft had I felt, like pure Endymion,Such love for the sweet moon, that I had wellBelieved her able on earth to love and dwellWith whatso man she set..
©  Francis William Bourdillon
Christmas Roses
White-faced Winter Roses,O'er the grave I plant youWhere the dead reposes,That a soul may haunt you,And your ghostly whitenessIn the Winter..
©  Francis William Bourdillon
The Regions Of Love
Who knows the deeps, where the water sleepsLeagues from the light away?Who knows the heights, where myriad lightsFill heaven with endless day?The..
©  Francis William Bourdillon
Drought
For rain, for rain the parched lands cry,Reproachful to the cloudless sky.The hot white fields in light are blinking,The rivers in their beds are..
©  Francis William Bourdillon
The Call
Hark! 'tis the rush of the horses,The crash of the galloping gun!The stars are out of their courses;The hour of Doom has begun.Leap from thy..
©  Francis William Bourdillon
The Home Of My Heart
Not here in the populous town,In the playhouse or mart,Not here in the ways gray and brown,Bnt afar on the green-swelling down,Is the home of my..
©  Francis William Bourdillon
The Acorn
An acorn swungOn an oak-tree bough;So long it had hung,It would fain fall nowTo the kindly earth,That its germ withinMight burst into birth,And its..
©  Francis William Bourdillon
The Heart Cry
She turned the page of wounds and deathWith trembling fingers. In a breathThe gladness of her life becameNaught but a memory and a name.Farewell!..
©  Francis William Bourdillon
All's Well
Watchman, watchman, what of the night,What of the night to tell?The heavens are dark, and never a lightBut the far-off flicker of Hell.But the steed..
©  Francis William Bourdillon
Here And There
'HERE'Soft benediction of September sun;Voices of children, laughing as they run;Green English lawns, bright flowers and butterflies;And over all the..
©  Francis William Bourdillon
The Debt Unpayable
What have I given,Bold sailor on the sea?In earth or heaven,That you should die for me?What can I give,O soldier, leal and brave,Long as I live,To..
©  Francis William Bourdillon
Eurydice
HE came to call me back from deathTo the bright world above.I hear him yet with trembling breathLow calling, “O sweet love!Come back! The earth is..
©  Francis William Bourdillon
On The South Downs
Light falls the rainOn link and laine,After the burning day;And the bright scene,Blue, gold, and green,Is blotted out in gray.Not so will partThe..
©  Francis William Bourdillon
A Spring Evening
Across the Glory of the glowing skies,A veil is drawn of shadowed mists that riseFrom lavishness from God's late gift. the rain.So, after farewell..
©  Francis William Bourdillon
A Violinist
THE LARK above our heads doth knowA heaven we see not here below;She sees it, and for joy she sings;Then falls with ineffectual wings.Ah, soaring..
©  Francis William Bourdillon
The Night Has A Thousand Eyes
The night has a thousand eyes,And the day but one;Yet the light of the bright world diesWith the dying sun.The mind has a thousand eyes,And the heart..
©  Francis William Bourdillon
Old And Young
LONG ago, on a bright spring day,I passed a little child at play;And as I passed, in childish gleeShe called to me, “Come and play with me!”But my..
©  Francis William Bourdillon
Night
The night has a thousand eyes,And the day but one;Yet the light of the bright world diesWith the dying sun.The mind has a thousand eyes,And the heart..
©  Francis William Bourdillon
Elegy: Walking the Line
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line,The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gumSuperb above the cabin, along the wall—Stones gathered..
©  Edgar Bowers