Poems

Softly the sails dropped down that sea of light Under the milky skies; all liquid gold The pure fire broken by the cleaving prows And whitening in their wake; as I watched them...

Love is born as the day over the floods, rising in tides of light, Quenching glitter of stars, gloom of the woods, flowing into the night. Out of delicate dreams, out of a sleep...

"NOON" appeared originally in _The Atlantic Monthly_, "Canzone" in _The Spectator_, and "Kore" in _The English Review_. I am indebted to the Editors of these Reviews for permiss...

"This combination of naval history, tactical criticism, and poetical appreciation affords a theme which seems specially suited to Mr. Newbolt's genius.... We can only be gratefu...