Ivor Gurney Poems
- My Heart Makes Songs On Lonely... My heart makes songs on ...
- The Songs I Had The songs I had are withered Or vanished ...
- To His Love He's gone, and all our plans Are useless ...
- The Target I shot him, and it had to be One of us 'Twas him...
- Strange Hells There are strange Hells within the minds War ...
- The Silent One Who died on the wires, and hung there, one of ...
- To The Poet Before Battle Now, youth, the hour of thy dread ...
Ivor Bertie Gurney (28 August 1890 - 26 December 1937) was an English composer and war poet.
Born at 3 Queen Street, Gloucester in 1890, Gurney sang as a chorister at Gloucester Cathedral, from 1900 to 1906, when he became an articled pupil of Dr Herbert Brewer at the cathedral. During this time he met composer Herbert Howells, also a pupil of Brewer, and, in 1908, he met the future ... more »
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My Heart Makes Songs On Lonely Roads
My heart makes songs on lonely roads
To comfort me while you're away,
And strives with lovely sounding words
Its crowded tenderness to say.
Glimmering against the forward dark,
Your face I see with pride, with pain
So that one time I did desire
Never to see that face again.
But I am glad that Love has come
To bind me fast and try my worth;
For Love's a powerful Lord and gives
His friends dominion over the earth.