William Ernest Henley

(1849 - 1902 / Gloucester / England)

Poems of William Ernest Henley

141. The West A Glimmering Lake Of Light 4/12/2010
142. There Is A Wheel Inside My Head 4/12/2010
143. There's a Regret 1/3/2003
144. Thick Is The Darkness 4/12/2010
145. Time And The Earth 4/12/2010
146. To Me At My Fifth-Floor Window 4/12/2010
147. To My Mother 4/12/2010
148. To My Wife 4/12/2010
149. To: W A 4/12/2010
150. Tree, Old Tree Of The Triple Crook 4/12/2010
151. Trees And The Menace Of Night 4/12/2010
152. Unconquerable 4/12/2010
153. Under A Stagnant Sky 4/12/2010
154. Vigil 4/12/2010
155. Villanelle 4/12/2010
156. Villon's Straight Tip to All Cross Coves 1/1/2004
157. Visitor 4/12/2010
158. Waiting 4/12/2010
159. We Are The Choice Of The Will 4/12/2010
160. We Flash Across The Level 4/12/2010

Croquis

The beach was crowded. Pausing now and then,
He groped and fiddled doggedly along,
His worn face glaring on the thoughtless throng
The stony peevishness of sightless men.
He seemed scarce older than his clothes. Again,
Grotesquing thinly many an old sweet song,
So cracked his fiddle, his hand so frail and wrong,
You hardly could distinguish one in ten.
He stopped at last, and sat him on the sand,

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