The wind took off with the sunset, The fog came up with the tide, When the Witch of the North took an Egg-shell With a little Blue Devil inside. "Sink," she said, "or swim," she said,...
Winds of the World, give answer! They are whimpering to and fro, And what should they know of England who only England know?, The poor little street-bred people that vapour and fume and brag,...
Now the new year reviving old desires, The restless soul to open sea aspires, Where the Blue Peter flickers from the fore, And the grimed stoker feeds the engine-fires....
Youth that trafficked long with Death, And to second life returns, Squanders little time or breath On his fellow man's concerns. Earned peace is all he asks To fulfill his broken tasks. ...
Love and Death once ceased their strife At the Tavern of Man's Life. Called for wine, and threw, alas! Each his quiver on the grass. When the bout was o'er they found Mingled arrows strewed the ground....
There's no sense in going further, it's the edge of cultivation," So they said, and I believed it, broke my land and sowed my crop, Built my barns and strung my fences in the little border station...
Er-Heb beyond the Hills of Ao-Safai Bears witness to the truth, and Ao-Safai Hath told the men of Gorukh. Thence the tale Comes westward o'er the peaks to India.
Sez the Junior Orderly Sergeant To the Senior Orderly Man: "Our Orderly Orf'cer's ~hokee-mut~, You 'elp 'im all you can. For the wine was old and the night is cold, An' the best we may go wrong,...
I will remember what I was. I am sick of rope and chain, I will remember my old strength and all my forest-affairs. I will not sell my back to man for a bundle of sugarcane....
When Earth's last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colours have faded, and the youngest critic has died, We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it, lie down for an aeon or two,...