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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…
Return to greet me, colours that w… Not in the woeful crimson of men s… But shining as a garden; come with… Banners of dawn and sundown after… I want to fill my gaze with blue a…
And still they come and go: and th… That from the gloom I watch an en… Where wild or listless faces flick… With glad or grievous hearts I’ll… Because Time spins so fast, and t…
Squire nagged and bullied till I… (Under Lord Derby’s Scheme). I d… (They called it Passchendaele). M… And I was hobbling back; and then… Burst slick upon the duck—boards:…
THE Bishop tells us: ‘When the b… ‘They will not be the same; for th… ‘In a just cause: they lead the la… ‘On Anti—Christ; their comrades’… ‘New right to breed an honourable…
Along the grave green downs, this… Shadows of loitering silver clouds… Bring, like unfoldment of a flower… Shadows outspread in spacious move… Have dappled the downs and valleys…
You’ve heard me, scornful, harsh,… Mocking and loathing War: you’ve… Of my old, silly sweetness I’ve r… My ecstasies changed to an ugly cr… You are aware that once I sought…
Not much to me is yonder lane Where I go every day; But when there’s been a shower of… And hedge—birds whistle gay, I know my lad that’s out in Franc…
When you are standing at your hero… Or near some homeless village wher… Remember, through your heart’s rek… The German soldiers who were loya… Men fought like brutes; and hideou…
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…
Some Brave, awake in you to—night… Knocked at your heart: an eagle’s… Stirred in the feather on your hea… Your wide—set Indian eyes, alight Above high cheek—bones smeared wit…
Darkness: the rain sluiced down; t… It was past twelve on a mid—winter… When peaceful folk in beds lay snu… There, with much work to do before… We lugged our clay—sucked boots as…
Let my soul, a shining tree, Silver branches lift towards thee, Where on a hallowed winter’s night The clear—eyed angels may alight. And if there should be tempests in
Tossed on the glittering air they… Whose voices make the emptiness of… A windy palace. Quavering from th… Of dawn, and bold with song at edg… They clutch their leafy pinnacles…
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…