The Old Year groaned as he trudge… His guilty shadow black on the sno… And the heart of the glad New Yea… At the road Time bade him go. “O Gaffer Time, is it blood-road…

‘MOTHER! Mother!’ he called as… In the horror there Of a bursting shell That strewed red flesh on the air. Far away over sea and land:

THE horns of the moon are tipped With pearl. Her lover, wooed By charms and won, Endymion, Inherits quietude. White the gleam

ONE summer day, gleaming in memor… We drove, my Joy and I, Through fragrant hawthorn lanes Gold-fringed with wisps of rye Brushed off the harvest wains,

I HEARD him preach in Oxford ye… A snowy-haired and tender-faced ap… I watched the beech against the wi… And listened to the throstle. And still a waving branch to memor…

THE sunset, woven of soft lights And tender colors, lingers late, As looking back on all day’s drear… Compassionate; —The foolish day of hopes so high,

SPINDRIFT white shall her vict… On the ivory quay, untrod By living feet, when she nears Gh… To point her out to God. The Babies Of The 'Lusitania’

Not the Prussian, the forsworn, By whose fury overborne, Martyred Belgium, you lie Bruised with all injury. Through your peace red paths he cl…

Of all the happy and holy times That fill the steeples with merry… And warm our hearts in the coldest… ’Twas Christmas eve, as I live by… One by one had the drowsy oaks

WHILE we keep our Poet’s Tercen… Every school and city with its emu… Antic or solemnity, what tremulous Laughter on the air! O Puck peren… Leave us clumsy mortals to our dro…

The battle will not cease Till once again on those white ste… O heaven-descended Twins, Before humanity’s bewildered host. Our javelins

ALAS, alas for those blond boys… Their prey in ambush of the shudde… Whiling the wait with merry, tende… Of some dear knot of flower-clad c… Beyond the Rhine! The merchantshi…

‘The submarine was quite within it… No matter; we are only mules And slow to understand We drown according to the rules Of war, we contraband

A PRAISE beyond all other prais… This nation holds in jealous trust… Who may approve himself, even in t… Swift days of destiny, the soul th… Above the turmoil of contending po…

O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain! America! America!