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O SILVER one, O silver one, Above the valley of the Bane: O stem with snow-water agleam, And glistening limbs, and trails o… The sun has sent a slanting kiss:
A ship sails up to Bideford; Upon a western breeze, Mast by mast, sail over sail, She rises from the seas, And sights the hills of Devon
OLD Man, your pearls are not for… Your rubies die too soon: Have you the pearls of Sirius, Or opals of the moon? I do not ask for other gems;
(TO A CHILD) LOVE be thy charioteer: In all thy brightening and thy dar… May he be at thine ear; So shalt thou sail at ease above t…
UNDER the stars the armies lie a… Between the lines a quiet river fl… Through brakes of honeysuckle, and… And fields where poppies droop in… The night as with a mantle now enf…
Hail! O Baby of the May In the bubbling river-bed, Playing where the cannon play, With the shrapnel overhead! Sparkling in and flashing out
When the bow-waves race through th… and aft are the boiling trails, What ship is that in the fading li… with the press and the wind in her… When the salvo flashes through the…
WHEN first I saw you, in eclipse… A veil about your head, And wondered at those unseen lips With wit bediamonded: Then laughing down the street I w…
UP and down, up and down They go, the gray rat, and the bro… The telegraph lines are tangled ha… Motionless on the sullen air An engine has fallen on its back,
The sea has a laugh And the cliff a frown; For the laugh of the sea is wearin… Lipping and lapping Frown as he may,
Hooded in angry mist, the sun goes… Steel-gray the clouds roll out acr… Is this a Kingdom? Then give Dea… For here no emperor hath won, save…
The starshells float above, the ba… We bear our fallen friend without… Below the waiting legions lie and… To us, who march upon their burial… Wound in the flag of England, her…
Here lies a clerk who half his lif… Toiling at ledgers in a city grey, Thinking that so his days would dr… With no lance broken in life’s tou… Yet ever ’twixt the books and his…
HOODED in angry mist, the sun g… Steel-gray the clouds roll out acr… Is this a Kingdom? Then give Dea… For here no emperor hath won, save… Though from the blackened grasses…
THE sea-breeze beating on her bro… The foam asurge her shining feet, She stood,-a silver Victory, Poised high on some Athenian prow… Leading against a tyrant fleet