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- He pauses on his way, and gazing back
across the desert ways of splintered steel14 lines - The iron is hidden in forgetfulness.
A smoothness comes to men and lies on lands.14 lines - See how he lies, still mighty in his ease,
The fields' huge fear, the terrifying saint;14 lines - The black revolving depths have moved and stirred
with news. their Lord has cried. "Send these, and these."14 lines - The dazzling earth is rich with easy thrones.
The corn is golden in the golden sun.14 lines - Upon the threshold, red-eyed Murder stands,
Fresh from his slaughter-house of human meat,14 lines - The black revolving depths have moved and stirred
with news. their Lord has cried. "Send these, and these."14 lines - The guns were silent, and the silent hills
had bowed their grasses to a gentle breeze19 lines, 7 comments - There’s a lonely stretch of hillocks:
There’s a beach asleep and drear:11 lines, 3 comments - "That just reminds me of a yarn," he said;
And look for the body of Lofty Lane10 lines, 1 comment - Yes, I have slain, and taken moving life
From bodies. Yea! And laughed upon the taking;14 lines, 2 comments - The iron is hidden in forgetfulness.
A smoothness comes to men and lies on lands.14 lines - The dazzling earth is rich with easy thrones.
The corn is golden in the golden sun.14 lines - See how he lies, still mighty in his ease,
The fields' huge fear, the terrifying saint;14 lines - Upon the threshold, red-eyed Murder stands,
Fresh from his slaughter-house of human meat,14 lines - He lies forgotten 'neath the watching skies,
the blood upon his bayonet scarlet bright;15 lines, 2 comments - Swift with the dawn she rises, quick and cold,
Rattling the pebbles with her silver shoon,9 lines, 3 comments - With padded feet from out his own dark den
Comes smiling Lust, once fair and hard to15 lines - A silver cry is calling from a height
Leaving the awful pause that follows song,14 lines - The conquered world is bowed and worshipful,
And lovely Peace smooth-gowned in lightest grey14 lines - Thou gazing face above the shifting sands!
Oh, turn thy tearless eyes and answer me!14 lines - The moving hours move slowly by the palms.
The lazy Nile laps softly as it flows.15 lines - Oh, I am lonely by a desert palm,
And dreaming, dreaming on the sands of thought28 lines - Oh, dreams of France! Oh, faded dreams of France!
Ohm France, that I had ever dreamed of thee!13 lines - Again the clash is East, the Gates are barred.
The rolling echoes of of Troy arise14 lines - I’m hit. It’s come at last, I feel a smart
Of needles in ……My God …. I’m hit again!14 lines - What task is this that so unnerves me now?
When pity should be dead, and has been dead.14 lines - Be still. The bleeding night is in suspense
Of watchful agony and coloured thought,14 lines - I mind they told me on a noisy hill
I sat and disbelieved, and shook my head:13 lines - Men moving in a trench, in the clear noon,
Whetting their steel within the crumbling earth;12 lines - A Cross is slanting ‘tween two withered trees -
I saw him first in peace, amid a crowd15 lines - ‘At every cost,’ they said, ‘it must be done.’
They told us in the early afternoon.15 lines - Some scarlet poppies lay upon our right.
He watched them through his periscope all day.14 lines - These there were, who lost their everything.
Gave all! And left the earth a vaster sphere15 lines - He totters round and dangles those odd shapes
That were his legs. His eyes are never dim.14 lines - Thy talks on God, and glories of His fields
Are woven into my unworthy past.13 lines - A red-roofed house is shining to the skies;
A house red-roofed and brilliant in the wind:13 lines - He lay within a neat white-sheeted bed,
And stared at distance with his wide young eyes:-10 lines - His splendid heart is set within a frame
Of manly massiveness, and giant limbs.13 lines - The island sleeps,-but it has no delight
For em, to whom that sleep has been unkind.47 lines - Oh Peace! The Peace I knew. I thought thee dead!
And had not hoped again to see thy smile.13 lines - Lemnos! Lemnos! Thine enfolding arms
Have held too much, they patterned hills are over shorn13 lines - Unhappy craft of Daedalus reborn,
That liest prone with white wings torn,41 lines - I see wild waves that break, and breaking-run;
And the wild sea-birds wheeling round the ships;14 lines - Point thy battered prow to the dark shore
Thou hoary son of Erebus, and dip thy blades30 lines
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