Straight strength pitched into the surliness of the ditch,
A soul you have—strength has always delicate secret reasons.
Your soul is a dull question.
I do not care for your strength, but for your stiff smile at Time—
A smile which men call rust.
Gordon Bottomley
NIGHT AND MORNING SONGS
MY MOON
My moon was lit in an hour of lilies;
The apple-trees seemed older than ever.