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Splashing along the boggy woods al… And over brambled hedge and holdin… I shall not think of him: But when the watery fields grow br… And hounds have lost their fox, an…
Groping along the tunnel, step by… He winked his prying torch with pa… From side to side, and sniffed the… Tins, boxes, bottles, shapes too v… A mirror smashed, the mattress fro…
His headstrong thoughts that once… Leapt sure from eye to brain and b… Weaving unconscious tapestries of… Are now thrust inward, dungeoned f… And he who has watched his world a…
GOD with a Roll of Honour in Hi… Sits welcoming the heroes who have… While sorrowless angels ranked on… Stand easy in Elysium’s meadow—la… Then you come shyly through the ga…
Who will remember, passing through… the unheroic dead who fed the guns… Who shall absolve the foulness of… Those doomed, conscripted, unvicto… Crudely renewed, the Salient hold…
Cry out on Time that he may take… Your cold philosophies that give n… Of spirit—quickened flesh; fall do… That Death come never with a face… Death is our heritage; with Life…
For Morn, my dome of blue, For Meadows, green and gay, And Birds who love the twilight o… Let Jesus keep me joyful when I p… For the big Bees that hum
Dim, gradual thinning of the shape… Shudders to drizzling daybreak tha… Disconsolate men who stamp their s… And turn dulled, sunken faces to t… Haggard and hopeless. They, who h…
Well, how are things in Heaven? I… Because I’d like to know that you… Tell me, have you found everlastin… Or been sucked in by everlasting n… For when I shut my eyes your face…
Voices moving about in the quiet h… Thud of feet and a muffled shuttin… Everyone yawning. Only the clocks… Out in the night there’s autumn—sm… Crowded with whispering trees; acr…
Adam, a brown old vulture in the r… Shivered below his wind—whipped ol… Huddling sharp chin on scarred and… He moaned and mumbled to his darke… ‘He was the grandest of them all w…
I never asked you to be perfect—di… Though often I’ve called you swee… Of mastering love. I never prayed… Might stand, unsoiled, angelic and… Pointing the way toward Sainthood…
Now light the candles; one; two; t… What silly beggars they are to blu… And scorch their wings with glory,… No, no, not that,—it’s bad to thin… When thoughts you’ve gagged all da…
Evening was in the wood, louring w… A time of drought had sucked the w… And baked the channels; birds had… Thirst was a dream of fountains in… Or willow—music blown across the w…
They know not the green leaves; In whose earth—haunting dream Dimly the forest heaves, And voiceless goes the stream. Strangely they seek a place