Old Grey Squirrel might have been Almost anything - Might have been a soldier, sailor, Tinker, tailor (Never a beggar-man, though, nor t…

O Mystery of life, That, after all our strife, Defeats, mistakes, Just as, at last, we see The road to victory,

O, what is that whimpering there i… ‘Let him lie in my arms. He is br… Look. I’ll wrap all my hair round… The boat must be lightened. He’s… See– quick– by that flash, where t…

Black-veiled, black-gowned, she ri… With eyes that fill too listlessly… Her waxen hands clasp and unclasp… _Good News_, they cry. She neithe… Good News, perhaps, may crown som…

Once more I hear the everlasting… Breathing beneath the mountain’s f… breast, Come unto Me, come unto Me, And I will give you rest.

I found a dreadful acre of the dea… Marked with the only sign on earth… The wings of death were hurrying o… The loose earth shook on those unq… For the deep gun-pits, with quick…

Before those golden altar-lights w… Each one of us remembering his own… A more than earthly beauty seemed… On that hushed throng, and bless e… Beautiful on that gold, the deep-s…

‘_There are no ghosts in America.… There are no ghosts, you say, To haunt her blaze of light; No shadows in her day, No phantoms in her night.

Wonder in happy eyes Fades, fades away: And the angel-coloured skies Whisper farewell. Loveliness over the strings of the…

Now, in a breath, we’ll burst thos… And ransack heaven before our mome… Now, in a breath, before we, too,… We’ll mount and sing and spread im… It is not time that makes eternity…

‘_And that a reply be received bef… _British Ultimatum_. Their Day was at twelve of the ni… When the graves give up their dead… And still, from the City, no ligh…

It is not over yet-the fight Where those immortal dreamers fail… They stormed the citadels of night… And the night praised them-and pre… So long ago the cause was lost

There came a crowder to the Merma… One dark May night, Fiddling a tune that quelled our m… With quaint delight, It haunts me yet, as old lost airs…

As I was walking Alone by the sea, ‘_What is that whisper?_’ Said Merlin to me. ‘Only,’ I answered,

PART ONE THE wind was a torrent of darknes… The moon was a ghostly galleon tos… The road was a ribbon of moonlight… And the highwayman came riding—