Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
A.D. 19—?
AS in some quiet city bathed in sleep,Where like a kiss the twilight lingereth,When suddenly the earth stirs far beneath—Just moves, then pauses—and..
© Arthur Henry Adams
Song
TO a woman's wistful heartIn a startled wave of feeling,Swift and sudden,Sweeps love's flood in,Joy with fear in rapture reeling;Scathe and sorrow..
© Arthur Henry Adams
The Wonderful Aussie Waler
When Allenby's Army smashed the TurkWho was the bloke who did all the workThe Aussie knows and he'll tell you straightThat most of the job was done..
© Arthur Henry Adams
A Woman's Farewell
SO with this farewell kiss I taste at lastThe all of life; the Future and the PastUpon your dear lips dwell.Love will not come again, though I..
© Arthur Henry Adams
The Dwellings Of Our Dead
They lie unwatched, in waste and vacant places,In sombre bush or wind-swept tussock spaces,Where seldom human treadAnd never human trace is—The..
© Arthur Henry Adams
Dawn
Far in the Eastern passage-way a sudden light;The stone that blocked the sepulchre is backward rolled;And down into the fœtid, stifling vault of..
© Arthur Henry Adams
Love And Life
I.AS some faint wisp of fragrance, floating wide—A pennant-perfume on the evening air—From a walled garden, flower-filled and fair,To drape a sudden..
© Arthur Henry Adams
Blossom
A LONE rose in a garden burned—a quivering flame,But yesterday blindly from out the bud it came;And now an envious wind with itching fingers leantAnd..
© Arthur Henry Adams
The Storm And The Bush
There are only two things in the world—The storm in the air and the stretch of green leaves;The flesh of the forest that quivers and heavesAs the..
© Arthur Henry Adams
On The Plains
ALONE with the silence, the sun and sky,Full length on the tussocky plain I lie:An ocean of yellow from east to westStill rolling and sweeping, far..
© Arthur Henry Adams
Grey Eyes
SHE glanced across the path to me,Grey eyes!Her looks were kisses plain to see.I gave her glances back to her—Glad eyes!She saw the lifting of..
© Arthur Henry Adams
Pansy: Song-Words
IN a crooked angleOf a garden bower,'Neath a weedy tangleGrew a modest flower;Unpretending, unoffending,Gifted but with fancy,Unassuming in his..
© Arthur Henry Adams
Reminiscence
I STAND in old Earth's presence; over allThe warm, pervading sunshine seems to printLife and the Present; and there is no glintOf white bones from..
© Arthur Henry Adams
The New Woman
THE stone that all the sullen centuries,With sluggish hands and massive fingers rude,Against the sepulchre of womanhoodHad sternly held, she has..
© Arthur Henry Adams
On The Sands
ALL the air was tranced and the sea was stilled,And we stood and dreamed of a world to be.When it seemed to me that our souls were thrilledWith a..
© Arthur Henry Adams
A Portrait
HER glance is equable, serene;She looks at life with level brow;She strides through circumstance—a queen!To compromise she cannot bow—Even to love..
© Arthur Henry Adams
And Yet
THEY drew him from the darkened room,Where, swooning in a peace profound,Beneath a heavy fragrance drownedHer grey form glimmered in the gloom.Death..
© Arthur Henry Adams
Written In Australia
THE WIDE sun stares without a cloud:Whipped by his glances truculentThe earth lies quivering and cowed.My heart is hot with discontent:I hate this..
© Arthur Henry Adams
After Long Years
“AND have I changed?” she asked, and as she spokeThe old smile o'er her pale face bravely broke,And in her eyes dead worlds of pathos woke.Changed?..
© Arthur Henry Adams
The Weakling
I AM a weakling. God, who madeThe still, strong man, made also me.The God who could the tiger plan,In his lithe splendour unafraid—A thing of flame..
© Arthur Henry Adams
The Australian
ONCE more this Autumn-earth is ripe,Parturient of another type.While with the Past old nations mergeHis foot is on the Future’s verge.They watch him..
© Arthur Henry Adams
Fleet Street
BENEATH this narrow jostling street,Unruffled by the noise of feet,Like a slow organ-note I hearThe pulses of the great world beat.Unseen beneath the..
© Arthur Henry Adams
Rain In The Bush
The steady soaking of the rain,The bush all sad and sombre;The trees are weeping in their pain,Dank leaves the ground encumber.A dismal ghost of..
© Arthur Henry Adams
The Pleiades
LAST night I saw the Pleiades again,Faint as a drift of steamFrom some tall chimney-stack;And I remembered you as you were then:Awoke dead worlds of..
© Arthur Henry Adams
Bayswater.W.
About me leagues of houses lie,Above me, grim and straight and high,They climb; the terraces lean upLike long grey reefs against the sky.Packed tier..
© Arthur Henry Adams