THE night I left my father said: “You’ll go and do some stupid thin… You’ve no more sense in that fat h… Than silly Billy Witterling. ”Not sense to come in when it rain…

Stuck in a bottle on the window-si… In the cold gaslight burning gaily… Against the luminous blue of Lond… These flowers are mine: while some… In some black-throated alley’s ste…

I WONDER if the old cow died or… Gey bad she was the night I left,… Dick reckoned she would mend. He… At least he fancies so himself, do… Dick knows a lot. But maybe I did…

“Only just one plane lost”– the su… broadcasts the news of the success… and the lone mother knitting by th… Trembles, afraid, As in her anguished sight

AS I was marching in Flanders A ghost kept step with me— Kept step with me and chuckled And muttered ceaselessly: “Once I too marched in Flanders,

Stretched on the foam-white deck,… The crew were basking on the Summ… We passed the anchored light-ship… Running all out before a following… When, sighting us, those men who h…

In dream, again within the clean,… Of glazed and aching silence he wa… And, closing in, the blank walls o… Crushed stifling on him . . . when… Caught in his clutching fingers; a…

HE greets you with a smile from f… But never speaks, nor rises from h… Beneath the green night of the sea… The whole world’s waters weighing… The empty wain made slowly over th…

Still bathed in its moonlight slum… Stands silent against the red dawn… And nothing I know of who sleeps… Behind the blue curtains undrawn: But I dream as we march down the…

So long had I travelled the lonel… Though, now and again, a wayfairin… Walked shoulder to shoulder, and l… I often would think to myself as… No comrade will journey with you t…

In each black tile a mimic fire’s… And in the hearthlight old mahogan… Ripe with stored sunshine that in… Poured like gold wine into the liv… Summer on summer through a century…

Dark waters into crystalline brill… About the keel, as through the moo… The dark ship moves in its own mov… Of phosphorescent cold moon-colour… And to the clear horizon, all arou…

Out of the sparkling sea I drew my tingling body clear, and… On a low ledge the livelong summer… Basking, and watching lazily White sails in Falmouth Bay.

Through the pale green forest of t… Whose interwoven fronds, a jade-gr… Above me glimmer, infinitely high, Towards my giant hand a beetle wal… In glistening emerald mail; and as…

Your face was lifted to the golden… Ablaze beyond the black roofs of t… As flame on flame leapt, flourishi… Its tumult of red stars exultantly To the cold constellations dim and…