Arthur Henry Adams

(6 December 1872 – 4 March 1936 / Lawrence / New Zealand)

Arthur Henry Adams Poems

1. Love Motives 4/26/2012
2. Lament 4/26/2012
3. A Portrait 4/26/2012
4. Blossom Of Life 4/26/2012
5. The Goal 4/26/2012
6. Just A Woman 4/26/2012
7. My Love 4/26/2012
8. My Land 4/26/2012
9. The Stars 4/26/2012
10. The Girl At The Harp 4/26/2012
11. The Four Queens (Maoriland) 4/26/2012
12. Antagonists 4/26/2012
13. Morning Peace 4/26/2012
14. Fancies 4/26/2012
15. The Parade 4/26/2012
16. The Sculptor 4/26/2012
17. The Ebb Of Day 4/26/2012
18. King Street 4/26/2012
19. A Child 4/26/2012
20. The Tui 4/26/2012
21. A Song Of Failure 4/26/2012
22. Bereft 4/26/2012
23. To One Slain In Absence 4/26/2012
24. A Question 4/26/2012
25. Epitaph 4/26/2012
26. The Garden Of The Sea 4/26/2012
27. Sydney Nocturnes 4/26/2012
28. The Anarchist 4/26/2012
29. In Hyde Park 4/26/2012
30. The Reaper 4/26/2012
31. To My Love 4/26/2012
32. The Poet To Be Yet 4/26/2012
33. Man And Woman 4/26/2012
34. Sunset 4/26/2012
35. Afterwards 4/26/2012
36. The World Has Grown So Grey 4/26/2012
37. Satana 4/26/2012
38. The Coming Of The Rauparaha 4/26/2012
39. Maoriland 4/26/2012
40. Lullaby 4/26/2012
Best Poem of Arthur Henry Adams

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...

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Civilisation

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.
When discrowned king and manumitted slave
Are free and equal to be slaves of all,
Democracies in their wide freedom brawl,
And go down shouting to a common grave.
So one by one the petals of the rose

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