He looks beyond the veils of night… He hearkens in the silence, and ha… The ancient woods by dryad singing… To mortal ears how thin and far aw… With what gross laughter yet he tu…

Within my heart I hear the cry Of loves that suffer, souls that d… And you may have no praise from me For warfare’s vast vulgarity; Only the flag of love, unfurled

The bulging cloud mounts lazily In shade where sunlight glances th… And sweeping lightly from the tree Melts indolently in the blue. The scanty grass-blades yonder sha…

Beside the path, on either hand, To keep the garden beds, The rusted iron pickets stand Thin shafts and pointed heads. And straight my spirit swooping go…

Hail and farewell to those who fou… Not laughingly adventurous, nor pa… With idiot hatred, nor to fill the… Of racial selfishness and patriot… But merely that their own souls ro…

Grant me a moment of peace, Let me but open mine eyes, Forgetting the empire of lies And warfare’s majestic increase Of national folly and hate;

“Where shall we dwell?” say you.    Wandering winds reply: “In a temple with roof of blue    —Under the splendid sky.” Never a nobler home

Out of the pregnant darkness, wher… To glimmering fire the watchword l… The dirge floats up from those who… High and still higher That yet shall blaze across the ve…

The foamy waves are swishing As patiently we thud, But O the wave of wishing That surges in my blood! Along the ocean’s rim, now,

While to the clarion blown by Mar… Tall Tragedy tramped by in hues o… And Shakespeare yet was tuning st… With English hawthorn crowned, in… When bright clouds melted in a sky…

Nurse not your grief, nor make obs… When I have shed this flesh I lov… Nor slowly toll the dull heart-bru… Nor carve my name in customary sto… But let the generous earth reclaim…

An outcry in the bush below, A crash, and boughs that sway, And shouts of laughter let me know Where my two ruffians play. Barelegged, bareheaded, brown and…

When I was but a little boy Who hunted in the wood To scare or mangle or destroy A freakish elemental joy That tasted life and found it good

The Blatant Beast saw meadows, ma… Sunlit and gently asway, and held… Till each green blade grew rigid i… And ruddied with a glorious morn’s… Thou hast suffered; nor till Free…

Behind us lay the homely shore With youthful memories aureoled; A sky of dazzling blue before, We sailed a sea of molten gold. To our old haven we return;