AMONG bleak hills of mounded sla… 'Neath sullen evening skies that s… O’er burdened by the belching smok… Upon their aching foreheads, dense… Till both felt youth within them f…

A blue-black Nubian plucking oran… At Jaffa by a sea of malachite, In red tarboosh, green sash, and f… Burnous—among the shadowy memories That haunt me yet by these bleak n…

Only the footprints of the partrid… Over the billowy drifts on the mou… And now on level wings the brown b… Following the snowy curves, and in… Bright birds of gold above the sta…

Suddenly, out of dark and leafy wa… We came upon the little house asle… In cold blind stillness, shadowles… In the white magic of the full moo… Strangers without the gate, we sto…

HER day out from the workhouse-wa… A grey-haired woman, decent and pr… With prim black bonnet and neat pa… Among the other children by the st… And with grave relish eats a penny…

Stretched on the foam-white deck,… The crew were basking on the Summ… We passed the anchored light-ship… Running all out before a following… When, sighting us, those men who h…

Two rows of cabbages, Two of curly-greens Two rows of early peas, Two of kidney beans. That’s what he keeps muttering,

When we were building Skua Light— The first men who had lived a nigh… Upon that deep-sea Isle— As soon as chisel touched the ston… The friendly seals would come asho…

I WONDER if the old cow died or… Gey bad she was the night I left,… Dick reckoned she would mend. He… At least he fancies so himself, do… Dick knows a lot. But maybe I did…

They ask me where I’ve been, And what I’ve done and seen. But what can I reply Who know it wasn’t I, But someone just like me,

Still bathed in its moonlight slum… Stands silent against the red dawn… And nothing I know of who sleeps… Behind the blue curtains undrawn: But I dream as we march down the…

I SOMETIMES wonder if it’s re… I ever knew Another life Than this unending strife With unseen enemies in lowland mud…

My hands were hot upon a hare, Half-strangled, struggling in a sn… My knuckles at her warm wind-pipe— When suddenly, her eyes shot back, Big, fearful, staggering and black…

Indifferent, flippant, earnest, bu… The doctors sit in the glare of el… Watching the endless stream of nak… Bodies of men for whom their hasty… Means life or death maybe, or the…

And since he rowed his father home… His hand has never touched an oar. All day he wanders on the shore, And hearkens to the swishing foam. Though blind from birth, he still…