Quotes by : Harold Monro

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

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

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

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

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