Norman Rowland Gale

(1862-1942 / England)

Norman Rowland Gale Poems

1. The Hidden Wealth 1/3/2003
2. A Prayer 1/3/2003
3. The Great Beech 1/3/2003
4. The First Kiss 1/1/2004
5. To My Brothers 1/1/2004
6. Cicely Bathing 1/3/2003
7. The Amateur Photographer 1/3/2003
8. A Priest 1/1/2004
9. Holy Ground 1/3/2003
10. Song - Wait But A Little While 1/1/2004
11. On Seeing A Train Start For The Seaside 1/3/2003
12. This Peach Is Pink With Such A Pink 1/3/2003
13. Content 1/1/2004
14. Oiling 4/13/2010
15. The Golden Game 4/13/2010
16. Wages 4/13/2010
17. The Fairy Book 4/13/2010
18. Dawn And Dark 1/1/2004
19. Bees 1/3/2003
20. Most Anglers Are Very Humane 1/3/2003
21. An Orchard Dance 1/3/2003
22. A Dead Friend 1/1/2004
23. The Country Faith 1/1/2004
24. Cricket On The Hearth 1/3/2003
25. The Decimal Point 1/3/2003
26. My Country Love 1/3/2003
27. Golf Steals Our Youth 1/3/2003
28. Bartholomew 4/13/2010
29. The Ballade Of The Glutton 1/3/2003
30. Old Letters 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Norman Rowland Gale

Old Letters

Last night some yellow letters fell
From out a scrip I found by chance;
Among them was the silent ghost,
The spirit of my first romance:
And in a faint blue envelope
A withered rose long lost to dew
Bore witness to the dashing days
When love was large and wits were few.

Yet standing there all worn and grey
The teardrops quivered in my eyes
To think of Youth's unshaken front,
The forehead lifted to the skies;
How rough a hill my eager feet
Flung backward when upon its crest
I saw the flutter of the lace
The wind awoke on Helen's ...

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The Great Beech

With heart disposed to memory, let me stand
Near this monarch and this minstrel of the land,
Now that Dian leans so lovely from her car.
Illusively brought near by seeming falsely far,
In yon illustrious summit sways the tangled evening star.

From trembling towers of greenery there heaves
In glorious curves a precipice of leaves.
Superbly rolls thy passionate voice along,

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