PAGE[The Great War] [13]
[My London Garden, 1914] [14]
[My Garden, 1918] [17]
[Over the Top!] [18]
[To His Dear Memory] [20]
[Sorrow] [21]
[Alas!] [23]
[A Sacrament] [24]
[The Love-shed Tear] [25]
[Madonna Granduca and Child] [29]
[A Vision of a Day that is Past] [30]
[Bitterness Casteth out Love] [33]
[The Hour of Happiness] [34]
[Thoughts] [35]
[The Things Unsaid are the Things that Count!] [36]
[The Song of the Long Ago] [37]
[The Sinner's Dreaming] [39]
[Woman] [40]
[Christmas] [41]
[February] [42]
[Oh! 'Tis May] [43]
[To the Wind] [45]
[The Grey Wind] [47]
[Poeta Nascitur] [49]
[Queen Elizabeth] [51]
[The Death of Queen Elizabeth] [56]
[The Plea of the Antarctic] [58]
[The Stranger in London] [59]
[The Transvaal in June] [62]
[Johannesburg] [63]
[In the Land of the Silences] [65]
The Great War
Into His colour store God dipped His hand
And drew it forth
Full of strange hues forgotten, contraband
Of War and Wrath.
Time wove the pattern of the years, that so
The quick and dead
Might knit their bleeding crosses in. And lo!
A patch of red!
My London Garden, 1914
My Garden is a tiny square
Of bordered green
And gravel brown
In misty town,
And chimneys smoky and unclean
Sweep to the sky.—You would not care
To visit there.