Poems of Alfred Noyes
|81.||The Trumpet Call||4/6/2010|
|84.||The war Widow||4/6/2010|
|85.||The Young Friar||4/6/2010|
|86.||To A Successful Man||4/6/2010|
|87.||To The R.A.F||1/3/2003|
|88.||Touchstone On A Bus||4/6/2010|
|92.||What Grandfather Said||4/6/2010|
Sherwood in the twilight, is Robin Hood awake?
Grey and ghostly shadows are gliding through the brake;
Shadows of the dappled deer, dreaming of the morn,
Dreaming of a shadowy man that winds a shadowy horn.
Robin Hood is here again: all his merry thieves
Hear a ghostly bugle-note shivering through the leaves,
Calling as he used to call, faint and far away,
In Sherwood, in Sherwood, about the break of day.