Sheffield, 1917
VIII
A smile will turn away green eyes
That laughter could not touch,
The dangers of those subtleties,
The stealthy, clever hand,
Should not affright you overmuch
If you but understand
How Judas, clad in Oxford grey,—
Could walk abroad on Easter Day.
Paris, 1919
IX
Two Kings there were, one Good, one Bad;
The first was mournfulness itself,
The second, happy as a lad,—
And both are dust upon a shelf.
Sheffield, 1917
X
I see that Hermes unawares,
Has left his footprints on the path;
See here, he fell, and in his wrath
He pulled out several golden hairs
Against the brambles. Guard them well,
The hairs of gods are valuable.
Paris, 1919