My shy hand shades a hermitage apa… O large enough for thee, and thy b… Life there is sweeter held than in… Stiller than in the heavens of hol… The wine is gladder there than in…
What passing-bells for these who d… Only the monstrous anger of the gu… Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid… Can patter out their hasty orisons… No mockeries now for them; no pray…
I dreamed kind Jesus fouled the b… And caused a permanent stoppage in… And buckled with a smile Mausers… And rusted every bayonet with His… And there were no more bombs, of o…
Ever again to breathe pure happine… So happy that we gave away our toy… We smiled at nothings, needing no… Have we not laughed too often sinc… Have we not stolen too strange and…
Bent double, like old beggars unde… Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, w… Till on the haunting flares we tur… And towards our distant rest began… Men marched asleep. Many had lost…
Sit on the bed; I’m blind, and th… Be careful; can’t shake hands now;… Both arms have mutinied against me… My fingers fidget like ten idle br… I tried to peg out soldierly —no u…
Under his helmet, up against his p… After so many days of work and wak… Sleep took him by the brow and lai… There, in the happy no—time of his… Death took him by the heart. Ther…
Suddenly night crushed out the day… Her remnants over cloud—peaks, thu… Then fell a stillness such as hark… When far—gone dead return upon the… There watched I for the Dead; but…
After the blast of lightning from… The flourish of loud clouds, the… After the drums of time have rolle… And from the bronze west long retr… Shall Life renew these bodies? Of…
The beautiful, the fair, the elega… Is that which pleases us, says Ka… Without a thought of interest or a… I used to watch men when they spok… And measure their enthusiasm. One
Not one corner of a foreign field But a span as wide as Europe; An appearance of a titan’s grave, And the length thereof a thousand… It crossed all Europe like a myst…
He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting… And shivered in his ghastly suit o… Legless, sewn short at elbow. Thr… Voices of boys rang saddening like… Voices of play and pleasure after…
Happy are men who yet before they… Can let their veins run cold. Whom no compassion fleers Or makes their feet Sore on the alleys cobbled with th…
One ever hangs where shelled roads… In this war He too lost a limb, But His disciples hide apart; And now the Soldiers bear with Hi… Near Golgotha strolls many a prie…
The roads also have their wistful… When the weathercocks perch still… And the looks of men turn kind to… And the trams go empty to their dr… The streets also dream their dream…