Within my heart I hear the cry Of loves that suffer, souls that die, And you may have no praise from me For warfare's vast vulgarity; Only the flag of love, unfurled For peace above a weeping world,...
While to the clarion blown by Marlowe's breath Tall Tragedy tramped by in hues of death, And Shakespeare yet was tuning string by string, With English hawthorn crowned, in that glad spring...
I have sought and followed you, drunk with your sacred wine; Led out by a laughing wind on a tumbling sea, On crags amid clouds, in cups that allure the bee, And deep in the gem-lit gloom of the tortuous mine,...
One of the twain was long and dusty grey, And like a spark that in the ashes lies, Satiric laughter glinted in his eyes And made his nose auroral with its ray: The other like a huge black bird of prey,...
I. Yonder, with eyes that tears, not distance, dim, With ears the wide world's thickness cannot daunt, We see tumultuous miseries that haunt The night's dead watches, hear the battle hymn...