Three men lived yet when this dead man was young Whose names and words endure for ever one: Whose eyes grew dim with straining toward the sun, And his wings weakened, and his angel's tongue...
I wonder if with you, as it is with me, If under your slipping words, that easily flow About you as a garment, easily, Your violent heart beats to and fro!
The song that once I dreamed about, The tender, touching thing, As radiant as the rose without The love of wind and wing The perfect verses, to the tune Of woodland music set,...
When the summer fields are mown, When the birds are fledged and flown, And the dry leaves strew the path; With the falling of the snow, With the cawing of the crow, Once again the fields we mow...
Have you forgotten yet?... For the world's events have rumbled on since those gagged days, Like traffic checked awhile at the crossing of city ways:...
Small, shapeless drifts of cloud Sail slowly northward in the soft-hued sky, With blur half-tints and rolling summits bright, By the late sun caressed; slight hazes shroud...
I can no longer find a place for my eyes. I cannot hold my legs together. My heart is hollow. My head is going to burst. Mushiness all around. Nothing wants to take shape....
As I was saying . . . (No, thank you; I never take cream with my tea; Cows weren't allowed in the trenches - got out of the habit, y'see.) As I was saying, our Colonel leaped up like a youngster of ten:...
I cannot tell what change hath come to you To vex your splendid hair. I only know One grief. The passion left betwixt us two, Like some forsaken watchfire, burneth low. 'Tis sad to turn and find it dying so,...