March 15, 2010


by John Drinkwater

    I do not think that skies and meadows are
    Moral, or that the fixture of a star
    Comes of a quiet spirit, or that trees

    Have wisdom in their windless silences.

    Yet these are things invested in my mood

    With constancy, and peace, and fortitude,

    That in my troubled season I can cry

    Upon the wide composure of the sky,

    And envy fields, and wish that I might be

    As little daunted as a star or tree.

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    1. Caroline at Coastcard

      I would be interested to know whether the original m/s for this poem follows the (half) Herbert-like pattern above. I have only found the text written in conventional lines elsewhere…

      Most arresting.

      16 Mar 2010, 10:58

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