Even as Love that laugheth after Life.
Sing me but only with your speech all day,
As voluble leaflets do; let viols die;
The least word of your lips is melody!
Sing me at eve but only your sigh!
Like lifting seas it solaceth; breathe so,
Slowly and low, the sense that no songs say.
Sing me at midnight with your murmurous heart!
Let youth’s immortal-moaning chord be heard
Throbbing through you, and sobbing, unsubdued.
I’m in the pink at present, dear.I think the war will end this year.We don’t see much of them square-‘eaded ‘Uns.We’re out of harm’s way, not bad fed.I’m longing for a taste of your old buns.(Say, Jimmie, spare’s a bite of bread.)There don’t seem much to say just now.(Yer what? Then don’t, yer ruddy cow!And…
Without a thought of interest or advantage.I used to watch men when they spoke of beautyAnd measure their enthusiasm. OneAn old man, seeing a () setting sun,Praised it () a certain sense of dutyTo the calm evening and his time of life.I know another man that never says a BeautyBut of a horse; ()Men seldom…
3 Blue with all malice, like a madman’s flash;4 And thinly drawn with famishing for flesh.5 Lend him to stroke these blind, blunt bullet-heads6 Which long to muzzle in the hearts of lads.7 Or give him cartridges of fine zinc teeth,8 Sharp with the sharpness of grief and death.9 For his teeth seem for laughing…
Of all my sorrows and my thirsting sins.My heart has beaten for a brave drum’s sake.Huge chords have wrought me mighty: I have hurledThuds of gods’ thunder. And with old winds ponderedOver the curse of this chaotic world,-With low lost winds that maundered as they wandered.I have been gay with trivial fifes that laugh;And songs…
Forget that in its death their sires had part.And, like a sin, Time lays it bare againTo tell of races wronged,And ancient glories suddenly overcast,And treasures flung to fire and rabble wrath.If thou hast ever longedTo lift the gloomy curtain of Time Past,And spy the secret things that Hades hath,Here through this riven ground take…
Softly her engines down the current screwed,And chuckled softly with contented hum,Till fairy tinklings struck their croonings dumb.The waters rumpling at the stern subdued;The lock-gate took her bulging amplitude;Gently from out the gurgling lock she swum.One reading by that calm bank shaded eyesTo watch her lessening westward quietly.Then, as she neared the bend, her funnel…
