Poetic Openings : C. S. Lewis to C. S. Lewis

Poet : C. S. Lewis : Poem : Milton Read Again ( In Surrey ) : First Line : Three golden months while summer on us stole
Poet : C. S. Lewis : Poem : Night : First Line : After the fret and failure of this day,
Poet : C. S. Lewis : Poem : Night ( Ii ) : First Line : I know a little Druid wood
Poet : C. S. Lewis : Poem : Noon : First Line : Noon! and in the garden bower
Poet : C. S. Lewis : Poem : Ode For New Year's Day : First Line : Woe unto you, ye sons of pain that are this day in earth,

Poet : C. S. Lewis : Poem : Our Daily Bread : First Line : We need no barbarous words nor solemn spell
Poet : C. S. Lewis : Poem : Oxford : First Line : It is well that there are palaces of peace
Poet : C. S. Lewis : Poem : Prologue : First Line : As of old Phoenician men, to the Tin Isles sailing
Poet : C. S. Lewis : Poem : Satan Speaks : First Line : I am Nature, the Mighty Mother,
Poet : C. S. Lewis : Poem : Satan Speaks ( Ii ) : First Line : I am the Lord your God: even he that made

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