Harold Monro Quotes

Overheard on a Saltmarsh"Nymph, nymph, what are your beads?Green glass, goblin. Why do you stare at ...

The white saucer like some full moon descendsAt last from the clouds of the table above;She sighs an...

What I saw was just one eyeIn the dawn as I was going:A bird can carry all the skyIn that little but...

Here is the soundless cypress on the lawn:It listens, listens. Taller trees beyondListen. The moon a...

When the tea is brought at five o'clockAnd all the neat curtains are drawn with care,The little blac...