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

(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…

In this red havoc of the patient e… Though higher yet the tide of batt… Now has the hero cast away disguis… And out of ruin splendour comes to… This is the field where Death and…

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:

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…

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 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

SHE lay beneath an apple tree, A marble maiden, free from care; And round her was a canopy Of moonlit air. He made his bed among the leaf,

Mourn not for these, the children… On Flemish plains and far Aegean… Mourn not for these, who had no pe… Hang high their swords in churches… Whose deeds have spoken so, beyond…

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…

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;

FRIEND if all these verses die: Soon will you, and soon will I But, if any word should live, Then that word to you I give.

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…

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,

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