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  • To My Comrades Of The "Commonwealth" And To The Dispossessed Of All The World
    We build today a mansion for the Morning
    From out the ragged ruins of yesterday;
    12 lines
  • Roundel
    Oh boy of mine, spread-eagled on your bed,
    Whose is the see-er eye that might divine
    12 lines
  • Christmas Carol
    "Fear not! For unto you is born a Child,
    In David's city Christ the Lord is born!"
    23 lines
  • The Spirit Of The Press
    Ho! Ye who mourn the serried ranks that mould
    On fens of Flanders, hills of Picardy,
    38 lines
  • Magdalen Walks
    Cloying her lips as the honeycomb, smooth are the words of her mouth,
    But her feet in the paths of the hopeless roam, and her steps
    30 lines
  • Prayer Of The Slaves (Roman Empire, A.D. 200)
    Father, our souls are heavy, pent in the shackles of flesh,
    Fagged of our masters' levy, snared in the Empire's mesh;
    28 lines
  • Song Of The Galley Slaves
    A devil serves our masters
    And warps to their desire
    43 lines
  • Thanksgiving Day
    My God, or thine? -- or God of each and both?
    My God, say you? Then let me not be loath
    21 lines
  • Fascism
    Oh Shade obscene from out the jungled past,
    Fear o' the Dark made incarnate again,
    13 lines
  • Soldier Suicide
    Death trysted me while youth was dewy still;
    She offered Glory for my passion's fee;
    12 lines
  • Sic Transit
    Why clamour havoc when a god grows old?
    We've seen them start and quicken, rise and glow
    23 lines
  • Dollfuss
    A catafalque beneath St. Stephen's spire;
    Tensed mobs, that sob and surge with fearful breath;
    23 lines
  • Song Of The Outer Bastion, Captured November 2nd.
    What though the foe exultant carouses in the keep,
    His hirelings on the parapets to jeer our pennants torn?
    18 lines
  • The Saga Of Sergeant Scott
    Private Scott of the Highlanders,
    Strutted and swanked in the market-place.
    147 lines
  • The Prisoner
    She entered to the courtroom, and took the prisoners' stand;
    Her filmy gown was yellow as the primrose in her hand;
    33 lines
  • Resurgam
    Were these condemned in pre-auroral gloom?
    When Thought on Cosmos brooded, in the grey
    13 lines
  • Dead Men On Parade
    From Mericourt to Avion
    'Tis but a mile or so:
    18 lines
  • Pan In The Park
    I've never been to Thessaly, and Ida's vales may never see
    Where gods have doffed divinity for wanton love and play;
    33 lines
  • Madhouse Cell
    God is our chosen Leader -- but let Him understand
    That He may only guide us where our desires command!
    23 lines
  • Rhymed Ribaldry
    We can claim without elation or immodest fabrication
    That the genius of our nation is embodied in our camps,
    33 lines
  • An Echo From Villon (15th Century)
    We teach our sons salvation lies
    In hardy toil and honesty,
    31 lines
  • Time's Remorses
    Before the raid at Avion, we talked an hour or more,
    Of home, and hopes, and girls, and beer, of profiteers and war,
    26 lines
  • Spring In Labor Camp
    Spring is in the Valley, sap and budding time,
    A thousand voices rally into sheer, clear rhyme;
    30 lines
  • "Daily Dollars"
    There's ships that bring us cargoes, but not of our desire,
        Their ladings hail from all the ports 'twixt Halifax and
    23 lines
  • Ballade Of The C.C.F.
    Men, brother men, who, voiceless, round us fret,
    How can ye credit still they are sincere?
    49 lines
  • A Lesson
    I saw, in No Man's land,
    Tw boys handclasp in brotherhood of death,
    28 lines
  • Street Song
    My eyes are cold, and brazen are my lips,
    My smile is bold, but sometimes longing slips
    28 lines
  • The Old Boys
    When Ugli, son of Wampus, of a pre-historic date,
    Built himself a country villa out of mud and sticks and slate;
    30 lines
  • Vesper Song
    The organ peals through pictured panes that etch strange patterns on the grass,
    A thorned head shadowed on the flags, beneath the fe
    30 lines
  • Is It Nothing To You?
    Who will buy my peaches -- Tinted by the sprites
    With faery gold and moonshine, in the dewy nights;
    28 lines
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