Potential Titles: Lloyd Roberts

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Bend to your cast that a king may die - Lloyd Roberts "A-Fishing"

Beginner's luck and a fisherman's zeal - Lloyd Roberts "A-Fishing"

The last gray feather to southward goes - Lloyd Roberts "At the Year's End"

The harrow and sickle are laid away - Lloyd Roberts "At the Year's End"

While Death stalks free in the silent world - Lloyd Roberts "At the Year's End"

Scarlet stains across the dipping hills of sun - Lloyd Roberts "The Berry Pickers"

Their bones recall summer leaves long lost - Lloyd Roberts "Dead Days"

A thousand little summer winds are singing in the wheat - Lloyd Roberts "England's Fields"

Why the tangled roses breathe so softly to the moon - Lloyd Roberts "England's Fields"

Shattered the aching aisles of solitude - Lloyd Roberts "Flowers of the Sky"

And presently the gates of sun swung wide - Lloyd Roberts "Flowers of the Sky"

When purest gold fell softly to the snow - Lloyd Roberts "Flowers of the Sky"

Snow and the winds that eat into the bone - Lloyd Roberts "Flowers of the Sky"

And all the myriad star-buds burst in flame - Lloyd Roberts "Flowers of the Sky"

Plucks the purple plums and spills the cherries on the grass - Lloyd Roberts "The Fruit-Rancher"

His feet upon the mountain and his shadow on the pass - Lloyd Roberts "The Fruit-Rancher"

His servants are the wind and rain - Lloyd Roberts "The Fruit-Rancher"

The silence shattered by the laughter of the loon - Lloyd Roberts "The Fruit-Rancher"

As they pitch the bearded barley in a thousand tents of gold - Lloyd Roberts "The Homesteader"

And hear the skylarks calling to a heart that's growing old - Lloyd Roberts "The Homesteader"

Six warm bowls of porridge and a broken mug or two - Lloyd Roberts "Husbands Over Seas"

Lights the cradle and runs dark along the rafter - Lloyd Roberts "Husbands Over Seas"

And roar the rapids to the moon - Lloyd Roberts "The Kill"
Dust of stars beyond the bars - Lloyd Roberts "The Kill"

And mirthless laughter of the loon - Lloyd Roberts "The Kill"

Swirling blades through inky shades - Lloyd Roberts "The Kill"

The rocking echo drifts and dies - Lloyd Roberts "The Kill"

Chaos lifts the heavy sea and bends the hollow sky - Lloyd Roberts "The Madness of Winds"

They have joined me to their ranks - Lloyd Roberts "The Madness of Winds"

With only laughter for the havoc we have made - Lloyd Roberts "The Madness of Winds"

The birds are back in the reeds again - Lloyd Roberts " On the Marshes"

To unbar the gates and let the rivers run - Lloyd Roberts "One Morning when the Rain-Birds Call"

And still the winds are hungry-cold - Lloyd Roberts "One Morning when the Rain-Birds Call"

The thrush will pipe at twilight to draw the blossoms out - Lloyd Roberts "One Morning when the Rain-Birds Call"

Our long grey hosts of rain forever marching by - Lloyd Roberts "Runners of the Rain"

Till waters scream in anger and the wide-mouthed valley fills - Lloyd Roberts "Runners of the Rain"

Stamped the miles of mosses and blackened out the day - Lloyd Roberts "Runners of the Rain"

And a million tongues of madness rose singing - Lloyd Roberts "Runners of the Rain"

And winds beyond the heavens are dancing in the light - Lloyd Roberts "Spring Madness"

Singing down the leafless aisles to the budding year - Lloyd Roberts "Spring's Singing"

Silver tongues of waters where the willows blush - Lloyd Roberts "Spring's Singing"

Old to the soul when the stars were new - Lloyd Roberts "There's Music in My Heart To-day"

Swing the doors to the four great winds - Lloyd Roberts "There's Music in My Heart To-day"

Runs westward to the ocean rim and over - Lloyd Roberts "The Trail from Napoli"

The shadow of Vesuvius lies gray across the land - Lloyd Roberts "The Trail from Napoli"

The dead hand of Winter is knocking at the door - Lloyd Roberts "The Wind Tongues"

Beyond the alders where the long swamps lie - Lloyd Roberts "The Wind Tongues"

The creak of broken rushes and the last snipe's cry - Lloyd Roberts "The Wind Tongues"

Ceaseless winds that eddy down to whip the iron street - Lloyd Roberts "The Winter Harvest"

A hundred sullen shovels claw and heave - Lloyd Roberts "The Winter Harvest"

The wind sweeps in from the iron seas - Lloyd Roberts "Winter Winds"

Yellow sun and shadow are spinning gold behind - Lloyd Roberts "The Wood Trail"

Let the spring of life well up and drown the empty quest - Lloyd Roberts "Young Blood"

I'll run below the wet young moon - Lloyd Roberts "Young Blood"


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