With harsh dress hissing like a flock of geese,
With garish flowers?
Why do you churn smooth waters rough again,
Selfish old skin-and-bone?
Leave us to quiet dreaming and slow pain,
Leave us alone.
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Limped painfully home; the elder said,S. “Robert, I’ve lived three thousand yearsThis Summer, and I’m nine parts dead.”R. “But if that’s truly so,” I cried, “quick, now,Through these great oaks and see the famous bough”Where once a nonsense built her nestWith skulls and flowers and all things queer,In an old boot, with patient breastHatching three…
Henry, Henry, do you love me?
Oh, can you mean to liken meTo the aspen tree.Whose leaves do shake and vary,From white to greenAnd back again,Shifting and contrary?Henry, Henry, do you love me,Do you love me truly?Oh, Mary, must I say againMy love’s a pain,A torment most unruly?It tosses meLike a ship at seaWhen the storm rages fully.Henry, Henry, why do…
Here they lie who once learned here
Dead, but by free will they died:They were true men, they had pride.
She tells her love while half asleep,
With half-words whispered low:As Earth stirs in her winter sleepAnd put out grass and flowersDespite the snow,Despite the falling snow.
August 6, 1916.—Officer previously reported died of wounds, now reported wounded: Graves, Captain R., Royal Welch Fusiliers.)
I woke when I’d already passed the doorThat Cerberus guards, and half-way down the roadTo Lethe, as an old Greek signpost showed.Above me, on my stretcher swinging by,I saw new stars in the subterrene sky:A Cross, a Rose in bloom, a Cage with bars,And a barbed Arrow feathered in fine stars.I felt the vapours of…
Take now a country mood,
Nine Acre swaying alive,June flowers that fill it,Spicy sweet-briar bush,The uneasy wrenFluttering from ash to birchAnd back again.Milkwort on its low stem,Spread hawthorn tree,Sunlight patching the wood,A hive-bound bee….Girls riding nim-nim-nim,Ladies, trot-trot,Gentlemen hard at gallop,Shouting, steam-hot.Now over the rough turfBridles go jingle,And there’s a well-loved pool,By Fox’s Dingle,Where Sweetheart, my brown mare,Old Glory’s daughter,May loll…