Arthur Henry Adams
Arthur Henry Adams was a journalist and author. He started his career in New Zealand, though he spent most of it in Australia, and for a short time resided in China and London.
Arthur Henry Adams was born in Lawrence, Otago, New Zealand, on 6 June 1872, the son of Eleanor Sarah Gillon and her husband, Charles William Adams, a surveyor and a talented astronomer.
Arthur attended Otago Boys' High School in Dunedin then onto the University of Otago, where he graduated BA in 1894. Although his major study was law, he was more interested in literature, and in 1893 supplied the composer Alfred Hill with a comic opera libretto, 'The whipping boy'. (This ... more »
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Arthur Henry Adams Poems
A Pair Of Lovers In The Street
A PAIR of lovers in the street! I dare not mock: with reverence meet My unforgetting heart I cheat.
I thought, because we had been friends so long, That I knew all your dear lips dared intend Before they dawned to speech. Our thoughts would blend, I dreamed, like memories that faintly throng.
All things must fade. There is for cities tall The same tomorrow as for daffodils: Time's wind, that casts the seed, the petal spills. Grim London's ruined arches yet shall fall
A Spring Sonnet
Last night beneath the mockery of the moon I heard the sudden startled whisperings Of wakened birds settling their restless wings; The North-east brought his word of gladness, "Soon!"
One moment mankind rides the crested wave, A moment glorious, beyond recall; And then the wave, with slow and massive fall, Obliterates the beauty that it gave.
In her grey majesty of ancient stone She queens it proudly, though the sun's caress Her piteous cheeks, ravished of bloom, confess, And her dark eyes his bridegroom glance have know.
She lies, a grave disdain all her defence, Too imperturbable for scorn. She hears Only the murmur of the flowing years That thunder slowly on her shores immense
About me leagues of houses lie, Above me, grim and straight and high, They climb; the terraces lean up Like long grey reefs against the sky.
LAST night I saw the Pleiades again, Faint as a drift of steam From some tall chimney-stack; And I remembered you as you were then:
BENEATH this narrow jostling street, Unruffled by the noise of feet, Like a slow organ-note I hear The pulses of the great world beat.
ONCE more this Autumn-earth is ripe, Parturient of another type. While with the Past old nations merge
I AM a weakling. God, who made The still, strong man, made also me. The God who could the tiger plan, In his lithe splendour unafraid—
THEY drew him from the darkened room, Where, swooning in a peace profound, Beneath a heavy fragrance drowned Her grey form glimmered in the gloom
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.
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A Pair Of Lovers In The Street
A PAIR of lovers in the street!
I dare not mock: with reverence meet
My unforgetting heart I cheat.
Ah, God, spare me—so soon again
At the barred door to beat in vain,
And find their dalliance such fierce pain!
I, yearning up from Hell’s abyss,
See, dreaming through their worlds of bliss,
This Dante and his Beatrice!
For these the distant goal have won
For which God made the plasm and sun;
His patient labouring is done.
For these each Spring has been a bride,
And lonely worlds...