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

Barmaid

Though, if you ask her name, she says Elise,
Being plain Elizabeth, e'en let it pass,
And own that, if her aspirates take their ease,
She ever makes a point, in washing glass,
Handling the engine, turning taps for tots,
And countering change, and scorning what men say,
Of posing as a dove among the pots,
Nor often gives her dignity away.
Her head's a work of art, and, if her eyes

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