Harold Monro (14 March 1879 - 16 March 1932 / Brussels)
''When the tea is brought at five o'clock,Harold Monro (1879-1932), British poet. Milk for the Cat (l. 1-4). . . Family Book of Best Loved Poems, The. David L. George, ed. (1952) Doubleday & Company.
And all the neat curtains are drawn with care,
The little black cat with bright green eyes
Is suddenly purring there.''
''But the cat is grown small and thin with desire,Harold Monro (1879-1932), British poet. Milk for the Cat (l. 19-20). . . Family Book of Best Loved Poems, The. David L. George, ed. (1952) Doubleday & Company.
Transformed to a creeping lust for milk.''
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It is the sacred hour: above the far
Low emerald hills that northward fold,
Calmly, upon the blue the evening star
Floats, wreathed in dusky gold.
The winds have sung all day; but now they lie
Faint, sleeping; and the evening sounds awake.
The slow bell tolls across the water: I
Am haunted by the spirit of the lake.
It seems as though the sounding of the bell