When all your war dreams cease to be,
Perchance will rise
Before your eyes
(Piercing your hollow heart, Sir Kaiser!)
The picture that I chanced to see,
Riding (we’ll say) from A to B.
ROBERT HERRICK SOLILOQUIZES ON THE C.O.
A sweet disorder in the dress
Kindles in him small kindliness.
My slack puttees him oft have thrown