I have gone forth alone and been content
To make you mistress only of my thought.
And I have blessed the fate that was so kind
In my life’s agitations to include
This moment’s refuge where my sense can find
Refreshment, and my soul beatitude.
Oh, be my gentle love a little while!
Walk with me sometimes. Let me see you smile.
Watching some night under a wintry sky,
Before the charge, or on the bed of pain,
These blessed memories shall revive again
And be a power to cheer and fortify
My heart was sick to see the wayHe suffered as he died.I dug about the place he fell,And found, no bigger than my thumb,A fragment of the splintered shellIn warm aluminum.I melted it, and made a mould,And poured it in the opening,And worked it, when the cast was cold,Into a shapely ring.And when my ring…
The temple in times without prayer, without praise,The altar unset and the candle unlit.Let me survive not the lovable swayOf early desire, nor see when it goesThe courts of Life’s abbey in ivied decay,Whence sometime sweet anthems and incense arose.The delicate hues of its sevenfold ringsThe rainbow outlives not; their yellow and blueThe butterfly sees…
Of orchard boughs where clouded blossoms partWhen Spring shines in the world and in the heart.As the full-moon-beams to the ferny floorOf summer woods through flower and foliage pour,So to my being’s innermost recessFlooded the light of so much loveliness;She held as in a vase of priceless wareThe wine that over arid ways and bareMy…
With Tyranny whose bloody toll enflamesA generous people to heroic war;Whether with Freedom, stretched in her own gore,Whose pleading hands and suppliant distressStill offer hearts that thirst for RighteousnessA glorious cause to strike or perish for.England, which side is thine? Thou hast had sonsWould shrink not from the choice however grim,Were Justice trampled on and…
When Spring comes back with rustling shadeAnd apple-blossoms fill the air—I have a rendezvous with DeathWhen Spring brings back blue days and fair.It may be he shall take my handAnd lead me into his dark landAnd close my eyes and quench my breath—It may be I shall pass him still.I have a rendezvous with DeathOn…
Look the leftovers of mankind that rest,Now that the cream has been skimmed off in you.War has its horrors, but has this of good —That its sure processes sort out and bindBrave hearts in one intrepid brotherhoodAnd leave the shams and imbeciles behind.Now turn we joyful to the great attacks,Not only that we face in…
