Thomas Sturge Moore

(1870-1944 / England)

Thomas Sturge Moore Poems

1. Idleness 4/22/2010
2. Silence Sings 4/22/2010
3. Renaissance 4/22/2010
4. The Dying Swan 4/22/2010
5. The Rower's Chant 4/22/2010
6. A Duet 1/1/2004
7. Aforetime 4/22/2010
8. To Memory 4/22/2010
9. Rowers Chant 4/22/2010
10. A Sicilian Idyll 4/22/2010


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;
For life, the mother of beauty, seems
A joyous sleep with waking dreams.
Then the toy armoury of the brain
Opining, judging, looks as vain
As trowels silver gilt for use

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