Poems of Harold Monro
|1.||Child of Dawn||1/1/2004|
|2.||Children Of Love||4/21/2010|
|11.||Man Carrying Bale||4/21/2010|
|13.||Milk For The Cat||4/21/2010|
|14.||Overheard on a Salmarsh||4/21/2010|
|18.||The Bird at Dawn||4/21/2010|
|19.||The Nightingale Near The House||4/21/2010|
|20.||The Rebellious Vine||4/21/2010|
Children Of Love
The holy boy
Went from his mother out in the cool of the day
Over the sun-parched fields
And in among the olives shining green and shining grey.
There was no sound,
No smallest voice of any shivering stream.
Poor sinless little boy,
He desired to play and to sing; he could only sigh and dream.