THE POISONERS
THEY poison the air above,
They poison the wells below,
They poison Pity and Love
With the fumes of Hate and Woe.
They poison the heaven’s clear,
They poison the sea’s swell:
Satan recoils in fear
Lest they should poison Hell.
PRINCESS FAR-AWAY
OVER the hills of Memory
And the seas of Long Ago,
A princess dwells in a lone land
Where quiet fountains flow;
A princess dwells in a grey land
Where harsh winds never blow,
Over the seas of Memory
In a kingdom of Long Ago.
There is peace in the quiet morning,
There is ease in the restful noon,
There is calm in the placid starlight
And the magic of the moon;
And ever a princess wanders
By poppied paths and sweet;
Dim lilies sway to her girdle,
Dream violets kiss her feet.
Her hair is crowned with the dawning,
Her arms enfold the day,
But the secret of the moonlight
Dwells in her eyes for aye.
Her soul is a sacred garden
Where mystical flowers uprise,
The violets of Eternity
And the lilies of Paradise.
Princess, our barques will never sail,
Our eyes will never know
The glory of your loveliness
In the land where the fair winds blow,
But ever you rule with a deathless love,
While the years drift to and fro,
Over the seas of Memory
In your kingdom of Long Ago.
THE HUNS AT VERDUN
BLOW after desperate blow,
Blood in rivers red.
Down to the Shades they go:
The Dead Man strikes them dead.