Watchman, watchman, what of the night, What of the night to tell? The heavens are dark, and never a light But the far-off flicker of Hell.…
Francis William Bourdillon was a British poet and translator. Life Born in Runcorn, Cheshire, grew up at Woolbeding Rectory, near Midhurst, and deeply loved the area, and later built for himself and his family the house nearby, called 'Buddington'. He was educated at Worcester College, Oxford. He acted as tutor to the sons of Prince Christian of Schleswig-Holstein. Later he did tutoring for the University of Eastbourne, and lived in Eastbourne,and near Midhurst, Sussex. He is known mostly for his poetry, and in particular the single short poem The Night Has a Thousand Eyes. He in fact had many collections published, from Among The Flowers, And Other Poems (1878) to Gerard and Isabel: a Romance in Form of Cantefable (1921), and including a Chryseis, and Preludes and Romances (1908). In 1896 he published Nephelé, a romantic novel. He translated Aucassin et Nicolette as Aucassin and Nicolet (1887), wrote a scholarly work The Early Editions of the Roman de la Rose (1906), Russia Reborn (1917), and published a number of essays with the Religious Tract Society.)
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Across the Glory of the glowing skies, A veil is drawn of shadowed mists that rise From lavishness from God's late gift. the rain.…
THE LARK above our heads doth know A heaven we see not here below; She sees it, and for joy she sings; Then falls with ineffectual wings.…
White-faced Winter Roses, O'er the grave I plant you Where the dead reposes, That a soul may haunt you,…
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 shrinking.…
HE came to call me back from death To the bright world above. I hear him yet with trembling breath Low calling, “O sweet love!…
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;…
'HERE' Soft benediction of September sun; Voices of children, laughing as they run;…
The night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies With the dying sun.…
LONG ago, on a bright spring day, I passed a little child at play; And as I passed, in childish glee She called to me, “Come and play with me!”…
Only to live! There nothing is more sweet. Only to live! There nothing is more bitter. Only to live, when flowers are at the feet And overhead the happy swallows twitter.…
Light falls the rain On link and laine, After the burning day; And the bright scene,…
Oft had I felt, like pure Endymion, Such love for the sweet moon, that I had well Believed her able on earth to love and dwell With whatso man she set her love upon;…
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, so wide my love for thee.…
An acorn swung On an oak-tree bough; So long it had hung, It would fain fall now…
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