Beneath our feet a fairy pathway flows, The grass still glitters in the summer breeze, The dusky wood, and distant copse appear, And that lone stream, upon whose chequerยd face We mused, when noon-rays made the pebbles gleam, Is mirrorยd to the mind: though all around Be rattling hoofs and roaring wheels, the eye Is wandยring where the heart delights to dwell.
Robert MontgomeryObviously my own work comes from a conceptual art tradition, but I love the graffiti artists, and I feel spiritually closer to them than to most contemporary art; they make the city a free space of diverse voices and we shouldn't get all cynical about them just because Banksy made some money. I collaborate sometimes with Krae, who is an old school east London graffiti writer.
Robert MontgomeryHow oft, - be witness, Guardian of our days!... The sky besprinkled o'er with rainbow hues, As if angelic wings had wanton'd there.
Robert MontgomeryAnd now, Though haply mellow'd by correcting time, I thank thee, Heaven! that the bereaving world Hath not diminish'd the subliming hopes Of youth, in manhood's more imposing cares.
Robert MontgomeryHow sublime Upon a time-blanchยd cliff to muse, and, while The eagle glories in a sea of air, To mingle with the scene around! - Survey The sun-warm heaven.
Robert MontgomeryOh! now to be alone, on some grand height, Where heavenโs black curtains shadow all the sight, And watch the swollen clouds their bosom clash, While fleet and far the living lightnings flash... And see the fiery arrows fall and rise, In dizzy chase along the rattling skies,โ How stirs the spirit while the echoes roll, And God, in thunder, rocks from pole to pole!
Robert Montgomery