"We sow the fertile seed and then we reap it; We thresh the golden grain; we knead the bread. Others that eat are glad. In store they keep it, While we hunger outside with hearts like lead. Hallelujah! ...
I came to buy a book. It was a shop Down in a narrow quiet street, and here They kept, I knew, these socialistic books. I entered. All was bare, but clean and neat....
Crouched in the terrible land, The circle of pitiless ice, With frozen bloody feet And her pestilential summer's Fever-throb in her brow, Look, in her deep slow eyes The mists of her sleep of faith...
Man of despair and death, Bought and slaved in the gangs, Starved and stripped and left To the pitiful pitiless night, Away with your selfish thoughts! Touch not your ignorant life!...
Comrade, yet a little further I would go before the night Closes round and chills in darkness all the glorious sunset light - Yet a little, by the cliff there, till the stately home I see...
Not for the thought that burns on keen and clear, Heat that the heat has turned from red to white, The passion of the lone remembering night One with the patience day must see and hear -...
Madam, you have done well! Let others with praise unholy, Speech addressed to a woman who never breathed upon earth, Daub you over with lies or deafen your ears with folly,...