Then my thoughts to sleep returning
Wondered briefly, of us three,
What brave paths the fates have destined
For the bird, the lad and me.
THE WAR IN SPAIN
The war in Spain is over
Yet victory does not smile
For all the lads are murdered
Who might have laughed awhile.
And those who march triumphant
Are sadder than the dead
Because their hearts are shadowed,
Because their hands are red.
The war in Spain is over,
Yet other trumpets sound
And call the world’s young manhood
To another battleground.
IT RAINS TONIGHT
It rains tonight and wolf-winds howl.
His grave is not so deep,
But that the mournful Heavens
Upon his body weep;
They wet the mound of spaded earth
And through his coffin seep.
It rains tonight and wolf-winds howl,
And beaten hangs the tree,
And comfortless in Death he lies
Who comforted should be,
The guy who lost
And killed himself,
And never spoke to me!
WHILE DRUMS ARE ROLLING
Then you’ll go while drums are rolling,
And you’ll charge and make the bluff
That your heart is full of courage,
And you’ll curse the vilest stuff.