Thomas Sturge Moore
Thomas Sturge Moore Poems
- Renaissance O happy soul, forget thy self! This that has ...
- Idleness O idleness, too fond of me, Begone, I know and hate...
- Silence Sings SO faint, no ear is sure it hears, So faint ...
- The Dying Swan O SILVER-THROATED Swan Struck, struck! A ...
- The Rower's Chant ROW till the land dip 'neath The sea from...
- To Memory O deeper than the noontide seems when ...
- A Duet 'FLOWERS nodding gaily, scent in air, Flowers posied,...
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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O happy soul, forget thy self!
This that has haunted all the past,
That conjured disappointments fast,
That never could let well alone;
That, climbing to achievement's throne,
Slipped on the last step; this that wove
Dissatisfaction's clinging net,
And ran through life like squandered pelf:--
This that till now has been thy self
Forget, O happy soul, forget.
If ever thou didst aught commence,--
Set'st forth in springtide woods to rove,--
Or, when the sun in July throve,
Didst plunge into calm bay of ocean
With fine felicity in motion,--