Hush, thrush! Hush, missen—thrush… I heard the flush of footsteps thr… And a low whistle by the water’s b… Still! Daffodil! Nay, hail me not… Your gay gold lily daunts me and d…
I have been urged by earnest violi… And drunk their mellow sorrows to… Of all my sorrows and my thirsting… My heart has beaten for a brave dr… Huge chords have wrought me mighty…
'You! What d’you mean by this?' I… ‘You dare come on parade like this… 'Please, sir, it’s—' ‘Old yer mou… ‘I takes ’is name, sir?'—'Please,… Some days 'confined to camp’ he go…
Sing me at morn but only with your… Even as Spring that laugheth into… Even as Love that laugheth after… Sing me but only with your speech… As voluble leaflets do; let viols…
Patting goodbye, doubtless they to… He’d always show the Hun a brave… Father would sooner him dead than… Was proud to see him going, aye, a… Perhaps his Mother whimpered how…
Who are these? Why sit they here… Wherefore rock they, purgatorial s… Drooping tongues from jays that sl… Baring teeth that leer like skulls… Stroke on stroke of pain,—but what…
'O Jesus Christ! I’m hit,' he sa… Whether he vainly cursed, or praye… The Bullets chirped —In vain! vai… Machine—guns chuckled, —Tut—tut!… And the Big Gun guffawed.
In twos and threes, they have not… Crowds that thread eastward, gay o… Those seek no further than their q… Wives, walking westward, slow and… Neither should I go fooling over…
Move him into the sun— Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of fields unso… Always it awoke him, even in Fran… Until this morning and this snow.
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…
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…
Schoolmistress Having, with bold Horatius, stamp… And waved a final swashing arabesq… O’er the brave days of old, she ce… Slapped her Macaulay back upon th…
I am the ghost of Shadwell Stair. Along the wharves by the water—hou… And through the cavernous slaughte… I am the shadow that walks there. Yet I have flesh both firm and co…
Between the brown hands of a serve… The silver cross was offered to be… The men came up, lugubrious, but n… And knelt reluctantly, half—prejud… (And kissing, kissed the emblem of…
There was a whispering in my heart… A sigh of the coal. Grown wistful of a former earth It might recall. I listened for a tale of leaves