When Death has crossed my name from out the roll Of dreaming children serving in this War; And with these earthly eyes I gaze no more Upon sweet England's grace - perhaps my soul...
That I were Keats! And with a golden pen Could for all time preserve these golden days In rich and glowing verse, for poorer men, Who felt their wonder, but could only gaze...
How many of those youths who consecrate Their lives to art, and worship at her shrine, And sacrifice their early hours and late In serving her exacting whims divine...
'Tis strange to leave this world of woods and hills, This world of little farms, and shady mills, - Of fields, and water-meadows fair, Upon some sad and shadowy day When all the skies are overcast and grey,...
Above the clouds I sail, above the clouds, And wish my mind Above its clouds could climb as well, And leave behind The world and all its crowds, And ever dwell In such a calm and limpid solitude...
How bright is Earth's rich gown None but an Airman knows Yellow, and green, and brown - How bright is Earth's rich gown! I see, as I gaze down, Its purple, cream, and rose....
The long and tedious months move slowly by And February's chill has fled away Before the gales of March, and now e'en they Have died upon the peaceful April sky: And still I sadly wander, still I sigh,...
You mortals see the sky - I only see the ground, As through the air I fly. You mortals see the sky, And yet with envy sigh Because to earth you're bound! You mortals see the sky -...
When through the heat of some long afternoon In blazing August, on the grass I lie, And watch the white clouds move across the sky, On whose azure is faintly etched the moon,...
Here slow decay with creeping finger peels The yellow plaster from the grimy walls, Like leprous lichen, day by day which falls, And, day by day, more rotting stone reveals!...
Two long, full years have passed since I have smelt Sweet London in this happy month of May! Last year relentless War bore me away To Imbros Isle, where six sad months I dwelt...
I love the little daisies on the lawn Which contemplate with wide and placid eyes The blue and white enamel of the skies - The larks which sing their mattin-song at dawn,...
The rich, red blood Doth stain the fair, green grass, and daisies white In generous flood ... This sun-drowsed day for me is darkest night. O! wreck of splintered wood and twisted wire,...
Sometimes I fly at dawn above the sea, Where, underneath, the restless waters flow - Silver, and cold, and slow. Dim in the East there burns a new-born sun, Whose rosy gleams along the ripples run,...
Now have I left the world and all its tears, And high above the sunny cloud-banks fly, Alone in all this vast and lonely sky - This limpid space in which the myriad spheres...
The day is cold; the wind is strong; And through the sky great cloud-banks throng, While swathes of snow lie on the ground O'er which I walk without a sound, But I have vowed to fly to-day...
When heavy on my tired mind The world, and worldly things, do weigh, And some sweet solace I would find, Into the sky I love to stray, And, all alone, to wander round In lone seclusion from the ground....
Around me broods the dim, mysterious Night, Star-lit and still. No whisper comes across the Plain, Asleep beneath the breezes light, Which scarcely stir the growing grain....
Sad is the lonely sea - So vast, and smooth, and grey It stretches far from me. Sad is the lonely sea! Its cheerful colours flee Before the fading day. Sad is the lonely sea...