Thomas Sturge Moore
Thomas Sturge Moore (March 4, 1870– July 18, 1944) was an English poet, author and artist. He was born on 4 March 1870 and was educated at Dulwich College, the Croydon Art School and Lambeth Art School. He was a long-term friend and correspondent of W. B. Yeats. He was also a playwright, writing a Medea influenced by Yeats' drama and the Japanese Noh style.
Sturge Moore was a prolific poet and his subjects included, morality, art and the spirit. His first pamphlet, Two Poems, was printed privately in 1893 and his first book of verse, The Vinedresser, was published in 1899. His love for poetry lead him to become an active member of the Poetry Recital Society. His first (of 31) ... more »
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Thomas Sturge Moore Poems
The Dying Swan
O SILVER-THROATED Swan Struck, struck! A golden dart Clean through thy breast has gone Home to thy heart.
O idleness, too fond of me, Begone, I know and hate thee! Nothing canst thou of pleasure see In one that so doth rate thee;
SO faint, no ear is sure it hears, So faint and far; So vast that very near appears My voice, both here and in each star
O happy soul, forget thy self! This that has haunted all the past, That conjured disappointments fast,
The Rower's Chant
ROW till the land dip 'neath The sea from view. Row till a land peep up, A home for you.
Dear exile from the hurrying crowd, At work I muse to you aloud; Thought on my anvil softens, glows, And I forget our art has foes;
'FLOWERS nodding gaily, scent in air, Flowers posied, flowers for the hair, Sleepy flowers, flowers bold to stare----' 'O pick me some!'
O deeper than the noontide seems when blue, Conceived as of yet finer woof than air, Where, as clouds form, folk cherished, moments rare,
Row till the land dip 'neath The sea from view. Row till a land peep up, A home for you.
A Sicilian Idyll
(First Scene) Damon I thank thee, no; Already have I drunk a bowl of wine . . . Nay, nay, why wouldst thou rise?
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The Dying Swan
O SILVER-THROATED Swan
Struck, struck! A golden dart
Clean through thy breast has gone
Home to thy heart.
Thrill, thrill, O silver throat!
O silver trumpet, pour
Love for defiance back
On him who smote!
And brim, brim o'er
With love; and ruby-dye thy track
Down thy last living reach
Of river, sail the golden light—
Enter the sun's heart—even teach
O wondrous-gifted Pain, teach Thou
The God of love, let him learn how