Green miles of leafy peace are spr… Over these ranks, unseen and serri… Screening the trenches with their… And living men already buried. The rains beat down, the torrents…

YOU have not conquered me—it is t… Of love itself that beats against… It is the sting of conflict, the o… That calls me still. It is not you I love—it is the fo…

I waited and worked To win myself leisure, Till loneliness irked And I turned to raw pleasure. I drank and I gamed,

What are we bound for? What’s the… Of all this energy and waste? Why do we spend ourselves and buil… With such an empty haste? Wherefore the bravery we boast?

How much of Godhood did it take—    What purging epochs had to pass… Ere I was fit for leaf and lake    And worthy of the patient grass… What mighty travails must have bee…

The quiet and courageous night, A The keen vibration of the stars… Call me, from morbid peace, to fig… The world’s forlorn and desperate… The air throbs like a rolling drum

The brain forgets but the blood wi… There, when the play of sense is o… The last, low spark in the darkest… Will hold all there is of love and… The war of words, the life-long qu…

God, though this life is but a wra… Although we know not what we use, Although we grope with little fait… Give me the heart to fight—and los… Ever insurgent let me be,

God, I return to You on April da…    When along country roads You w…    And my faith blossoms like the… That shames the bleak world with i… My faith revives, when through a r…

Spring! And her hidden bugles up the stree… Spring—and the sweet Laughter of winds at the crossing; Laughter of birds and a fountain t…

The rain was over, and the brillia… Made every little blade of grass a… Vivid and startling—everything w… With sharpened outlines, eloquentl… As though one saw it in a crystal…

I never knew the earth had so much…    The fields run over with it, an… Hoary and old,    Is young with buoyant blooms th… Such golden fires, such yellow—lo,…

Why are the things that have no de… The ones with neither sight nor br… Eternity is thrust upon A bit of earth, a senseless stone. A grain of dust, a casual clod

Only of thee and me the night wind… Only of us the sailors speak at se… The earth is filled with wondered… Only of thee and me. Only of thee and me the breakers c…

LO, to the battle-ground of Life, Child, you have come, like a conqu… Out of a struggle—into strife; Out of a darkness—into doubt. Girt with the fragile armor of you…