A Collection of Poems

So long you wandered on the dusky plain, Where flit the shadows with their endless cry, You reach the shore where all the world goes by, You...

O Lover of gentle nature, You are to be much praised: Generous, courteous without measure, Sum of all goodness, You do not will to do anythi...

From  heaven has fled the starry night, And startled sleep has taken flight; The rosy morn, uprising, spills Her crystal light o'er vale...

I, through all chances that are given to mortals,       And through all fates that be, So long as this close prison shall contain me,       ...

“The difference between you and myself,” said a friend to me,  “is that you have said to all the masqueraders: ‘I know you,’ 

My life is an instant, an hour passing by. My life is but a day escaping and fleeing. You know well, O my god! to love you on this earth I o...

Do not reproach me, ladies, if I’ve loved, if I have felt a thousand torches’ fires, a thousand ills, a thousand fierce desires,

Spring, and the sharpness of the golden dawn. Before the sun was up a cooler breeze Had blown, in promise of a day of heat, And I was walkin...

Christ the Lord is risen today; Christians, haste your vows to pay; Offer ye your praises meet At the Paschal Victim’s feet.

O God, forever I turn in this hard crystal, so transparent, yet I can find no way out.

Each morning, the French women of Fulham do cardio in the park next to the French school where their French children are pupils.

Great God, thy judgments are supremely right;  Thy joy is ever to forgive and spare:  But such my guilt is, if thy goodness e'er  Me par...

Love, let us live as we have lived, nor lose The little names that were the first night’s grace,

Look on thy God, Christ hidden in our flesh, A bitter word, the cross, and bitter sight: Hard rind without, to hold the heart of heaven.

Hail thou, the world's salvation,  Hail Jesus kind and sweet,  Before thy Rood in gratitude  I bow and clasp thy feet. 

A battle-field is life,  Where sorrow comes and strife  Our strength to try;  Each morning dawns with fear,  Each evening brings the tear,  ...

The Angels in our countryside Sing the hymn of heaven, It echoes from the mountainside, Repeats this tuneful song: Gloria in excelsis Deo! G...

I The sun was shining in my hut And my women were beautiful and supple Like palm trees in the evening breeze.

Lo, the gates of death are broken,  And the strong man arm'd is spoil'd, —  Of his armour, which he trusted.  By the stronger arm de...

Dear Christ we crave thy favour,  To guide our steps aright;  O, hear our tearful voices,  Be with us through the night.