The Coward
I could not look on Death, which being known,
Men led me to him, blindfold and alone.
Shock
My name, my speech, my self I had forgot.
My wife and children came—I knew them not.
I died. My Mother followed. At her call
And on her bosom I remembered all.
A Grave near Cairo
Gods of the Nile, should this stout fellow here
Get out—get out! He knows not shame nor fear.
Pelicans in the Wilderness
(A GRAVE NEAR HALFA)
The blown sand heaps on me, that none may learn
Where I am laid for whom my children grieve…
O wings that beat at dawning, ye return
Out of the desert to your young at eve!
The Favour
Death favoured me from the first, well knowing I could not endure
To wait on him day by day. He quitted my betters and came
Whistling over the fields, and, when he had made all sure,
'Thy line is at end,' he said, 'but at least I have saved its name.'