#English #WarWriters
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
Dusk in the rain—soaked garden, And dark the house within. A door creaked: someone was early To watch the dawn begin. But he stole away like a thief
When I’m asleep, dreaming and lul… They come, the homeless ones, the… While the dim charging breakers of… Bellow and drone and rumble overhe… Out of the gloom they gather about…
I’d heard fool—heroes brag of wher… With stories of the glories that t… But you, good simple soldier, seas… In woods and posts and crater—line… Who dodge remembered ‘crumps’ with…
Out in the blustering darkness, on… A gleam of stars looks down. Long… The lean Destroyers, level with o… Plunging and stealing, watch the p… Through backward racing seas and c…
‘Pass it along, the wiring party’s… And yawning sentries mumble, ‘Wir… Unravelling; twisting; hammering s… They toil with stealthy haste and… The Boche sends up a flare. Black…
He seemed so certain ‘all was goin… As he discussed the glorious time… While visiting the trenches. ‘One can tell You’ve gathered big impressions!’…
They are gathering round.... Out of the twilight; over the grey… Shoals of low—jargoning men drift… The jangle and throb of a piano ..… Drawn by a lamp, they come
Hullo! here’s my platoon, the lot… ‘The war’ll be over soon.’ ‘What ’opes?’ ‘No bloody fear!’ Then, ‘Number Seven, ’shun! All…
To these I turn, in these I trust… Brother Lead and Sister Steel. To his blind power I make appeal; I guard her beauty clean from rust… He spins and burns and loves the a…
Music of whispering trees Hushed by a broad—winged breeze Where shaken water gleams; And evening radiance falling With reedy bird—notes calling.
My hopes, my messengers I sent Across the ten years continent Of Time. In dream I saw them go— And thought, 'When they come back… To what far place I lead my frien…
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…
When old Noah stared across the f… Sky and water melted into one Looking—glass of shifting tides an… Mountain—tops were few: the ship w… All the morn old Noah marvelled g…
All night the flares go up; the D… And beats upon the dark with furio… And, stung to rage by his own dart… Reaches with grappling coils from… He lusts to break the loveliness o…