How suddenly the eastern curve was bright,
As when the sun arises from his lair.
But not the sun arose: It was thy hair
Shaken up heaven in tossing leagues of light.
Since then I know that neither night nor day
May I escape thee, O my heavenly hell!
Awake, in dreams, thou springest to waylay;
And should I dare to die, I know full well
Whose voice would mock me in the mourning bell,
Whose face would greet me in hell’s fiery way.
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Day like a tragic actor plays his roleTo the last whispered word and falls gold-clad.I, too, take leave of all I ever had.They shall not say I went with heavy heart:Heavy I am, but soon I shall be free,I love them all, but oh I now departA little sadly, strangely, fearfully,As one who goes to…
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In my tired, helpless bodyI feel my sunk heart ache;But suddenly, loudlyThe far, the great guns shake.Is it sudden terrorBurdens my heart? My handFlies to my head. I listen…And do not understand.Is death so near, then?From this blazing light,Do I plunge suddenlyInto vortex? Night?Guns again! the quietShakes at the vengeful voice…It is terrible pleasureI do…
Evenstar, still evenstar
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Not a sign of life we rouse
That flanks the road we amble downToward far trenches through the town.The dark, snow-slushy, empty street….Tingle of frost in brow and feet….Horse-breath goes dimly up like smoke.No sound but the smacking strokeAs a sergeant flings each armOut and across to keep him warm,And the sudden splashing crackOf ice-pools broken by our track.More dark houses, yet…
The beating of the guns grows louder.
My heart burns whiter, fearfuller, prouder;Hurricanes growAs guns redouble their fire.Through the shaken periscope peepingI glimpse their wire:Black earth, fountains of earth rise, leaping,Spouting like shocks of meeting waves.Death’s fountains are playing,Shells like shrieking birds rush over;Crash and din rises higher.A stream of lead ravesOver us from the left… (we safe under cover!)Crash. Reverberation. Crash!Acrid…