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Address To The Sunset

Address To The Sunset

Exquisite stillness! What serenities

Of earth and air! How bright atop the wall

The stonecrop’s fire and beyond the precipice

How huge, how hushed the primrose evenfall!

How softly, too, the white crane voyages

Yon honeyed height of warmth and silence,

whence

He can look down on islet, lake and shore

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I must remember now

I must remember now

I must remember now how once I woke

To find the harsh lamplight stream upon her bed,

The ceiling tremble in its giddy smoke,

And on the wall the agile spider spread,

To hear the reverberate vault of silence shake

Beneath the hollow crash of midnight's toil,

Whose profound strokes waned impotent to break

The charnel stillness of the city's soul.

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The Last Salute

The Last Salute

In a far field, away from England, lies

A boy I friended with a care like love;

All day the wide earth aches, the keen wind cries,

The melancholy clouds drive on above.

There, separate from him by a little span

Two eagle cousins, generous, reckless, free,

Two Grenfells, lie, and my boy is made man,

One with these elder knights of chivalry.

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Fulfilment

Fulfilment

Was there love once? I have forgotten her.

Was there grief once? Grief yet is mine.

Other loves I have, men rough, but men who stir

More grief, more joy, than love of thee and thine.

Faces cheerful, full of whimsical mirth,

Lined by the wind, burned by the sun;

Bodies enraptured by the abounding earth,

As whose children we are brethern: one.

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Battle

Battle

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Noon

It is midday; the deep trench glares….

A buzz and blaze of flies….

The hot wind puffs the giddy airs….

The great sun rakes the skies.

No sound in all the stagnant trench

Where forty standing men

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Comrades An Episode

Comrades An Episode

Before, before he was aware

The "Verey" light had risen… on the air

in hung glistering..

And he could not stay his hand

From moving to the barbed wire's broken strand.

A rifle cracked.

He fell.

Night waned. He was alone. A heavy shell

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