Yes, you do well to mock us, you Who knew our bitter woe - To jeer the false, deny the true In us blind struggling low, While, on your pleasant place alof…

IN the chill grey summer dawn-lig… We pass through the empty streets; The rattling wheels are all silent… No friend his fellow greets. Here and there, at the corners,

. . . They caught him at the bend.… Sat in the car, revolvers in their… From either side the stone-walled… There flashed thin fire-streaks in… The father swayed and fell, shot t…

WHERE is poor Jesus gone? He sits with Dives now, And his dogs flesh their teeth On Lazarus below. Where is poor Jesus gone?

Who is it speaks of defeat?— I tell you a Cause like ours Is greater than defeat can know; It is the power of powers! As surely as the earth rolls round…

TAKE, then, your paltry Christ, Your gentleman God. We want the carpenter’s son, With his saw and hod. We want the man who loved

In night-long days, in aeons    where all Time’s nights are one… where life and death sing paeans as of Greeks and Galileans,    never begun or done;

O WE have loved you through cold… And pitiless frost, Consuming our offering of blood an… Gladly again and again and again, Though it all seemed lost,

‘Chant of the Firemen’ ‘THIS is the steamer’s pit. The ovens like dragons of fire Glare thro’ their close-lidded eye… With restless hungry desire.

This is what I pray In this horrible day, In this terrible night, God will give me light. Such as I have had,

(TO LORD——) WILL you not buy? She asks you,… Who know the points desirable in s… She does not say that she is perfe… She’s not too pleasant to the sigh…

(Brisbane) ‘A little Soldier of the Army of… BURY him without a word! No appeal to death; Only the call of the bird

(PARIS) I STOOD in Père-la-Chaise. The… Paris, the harlot of the nations,… The bug-bright thing that knows no… Flashing her bare shame to the sum…

YOU tell me these great lords hav… I say they have degraded it. Look… When ever did they let the Poet s… The Painter paint, the Sculptor h… The Music raise her heavenly voic…

O WORDS as clear as are the daw… Between the still cloud-layers, an… As violets are, looking through cr… And with such melody as birds may… That sing the morning notes where…