Then, as I thus looked upward through the net
Wherein both soul and flesh lay cunningly caught,
God (’twas like Springtime calling from the earth
The flowers to birth!)
Smiled down and did restore
All that I had before.
THE STRANGER
It happened in a blood-red hell ringed round with golden weather;
Walking in khaki through a trench he came,
When life was death, and wounded men and great shells screamed together: