Put by the sun my joyful soul, We are for darkness that is whole; Put by the wine, now for long year… We must be thirsty with salt tears… Put by the rose, bind thou instead

The battery grides and jingles, Mile succeeds to mile; Shaking the noonday sunshine The guns lunge out awhile, And then are still awhile.

Now that I am ta’en away And may not see another day What is it to my eye appears? What sound rings in my stricken ea… Not even the voice of any friend

Before, before he was aware The 'Verey’ light had risen’€¦ on… in hung glistering.. And he could not stay his hand From moving to the barbed wire’s b…

Exquisite stillness! What serenit… Of earth and air! How bright atop… The stonecrop’€™s fire and beyond… How huge, how hushed the primrose… How softly, too, the white crane v…

How beautiful it is to wake at nig… When over all there reigns the ult… Of complete silence, darkness abso… To feel the world, tilted on axle-… In slow gyration, with no sensible…

Evenstar, still evenstar If this twilight thou dost shine On a more unhappy head, On tears lonelier than mine, Vainer prayers and deepest sighs,

In the Grass: Halt by the Waysid… In my tired, helpless body I feel my sunk heart ache; But suddenly, loudly The far, the great guns shake.

AS round the cliff I came alone The whole bay bared its blaze to m… Loud sang the wind, the wild sun s… The tumbled clouds fled scattering… Light shattered on wave and winkin…

Noon It is midday; the deep trench glar… A buzz and blaze of flies…. The hot wind puffs the giddy airs…… The great sun rakes the skies.

‘Be warned! I feel the world grow… And off Olympus fades the gold Of the simple passionate sun; And the Gods wither one by one; Proud-eyed Apollo’s bow is broken…

He lay, and those who watched him… To see unheralded beneath the lids Twin tears, new-gathered at the pr… Start and at once run crookedly at… Cheeks channelled long by pain, ne…

Asleep within the deadest hour of… And turning with the earth, I was… How suddenly the eastern curve was… As when the sun arises from his la… But not the sun arose: It was thy…

Not a sign of life we rouse In any square close-shuttered hous… That flanks the road we amble down Toward far trenches through the to… The dark, snow-slushy, empty stree…

Was there love once? I have forgo… Was there grief once? Grief yet i… Other loves I have, men rough, bu… More grief, more joy, than love of… Faces cheerful, full of whimsical…