I know not in what place again I'll meet The face I love - but there is not a street In the wide world where you can wander, sweet, Without my finding you, with those great eyes;...
RUPERT is dead, and RUPERT was my friend; "Only surviving son of" - so it ran - "Beloved husband" and the rest of it. But six months back I saw him full of life, Ardent for fighting; now he lies at ease...
Great Omar, here to-night we drain a bowl Unto thy long-since transmigrated soul, Ours all unworthy in thy place to sit, Ours still to read in life's enchanted scroll. ...
The fight I loved - the good old fight - Was clear as day 'twixt Might and Right; Satrap and slave on either hand, Tiller and tyrant of the land; One delved the earth the other trod,...