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  • The Burning Of The Leaves
    Now is the time for the burning of the leaves.
    They go to the fire; the nostril pricks with smoke
    193 lines
  • Ezekiel
    Ezekiel in the Valley of Dry Bones
    Heard the word of the Lord commanding him:
    35 lines
  • High Over The Battling Street
    High over the battling street
    I watch the wind blow
    9 lines
  • The Lamp Of Greece
    Truth incorruptible lives on, though sight
    Cloud, and the heart flinch, and the mind askance
    15 lines
  • The Winds Of All The World
    The winds of all the world bring agonies,
    Day by day, hour by hour, into our ears;
    19 lines
  • The Cherry Trees
    Out of the dusk of distant woods
    All round beneath the April skies
    9 lines
  • The Orchard
    Almond, apple, and peach,
    Walnut, cherry, plum,
    23 lines
  • To Elsie Fogerty
    On living lips to mould and modulate
    The shapes of sound, that each may mirror true
    14 lines
  • Winter Sunrise
    It is early morning within this room; without,
    Dark and damp; without and within, stillness
    76 lines
  • The Antagonists
    Caverns mouthed with blackness more than night,
    Fever--jungle deep in strangling brier,
    148 lines
  • The Harvest
    Red reapers under these sad August skies,
    Proud War--Lords, careless of ten thousand dead,
    15 lines
  • Louvain To Dom Bruno Destrée, O.S.B.
    It was the very heart of Peace that thrilled
    In the deep minster--bell's wide--throbbing sound
    37 lines
  • To Goethe
    Goethe, who saw and who foretold
    A world revealed
    44 lines
  • Ypres
    On the road to Ypres, on the long road,
    Marching strong,
    44 lines
  • At Rheims
    Their hearts were burning in their breasts
    Too hot for curse or cries.
    54 lines
  • To The Enemy Complaining
    Be ruthless, then; scorn slaves of scruple; avow
    The blow, planned with such patience, that you deal
    17 lines
  • The Deportation
    In vain, in vain, in vain!
    Conqueror, you are conquered: though you grind
    70 lines
  • England’s Poet
    To other voices, other majesties,
    Removed this while, Peace shall resort again.
    15 lines
  • The Sibyls
    Rending the waters of a night unknown
    The ship with tireless pulses bore me,
    154 lines
  • Before The Dawn
    Blacker the night grows ere the dawn be risen,
    Keener the cost, and fiercer yet the fight.
    14 lines
  • To The End
    Because the storm has stript us bare
    Of all things but the thing we are,
    17 lines
  • In Carissimam Memoriam A.S.P.
    To whom but thee, my youth to dedicate,
    My youth, which these few leaves have sought to save,
    54 lines
  • An April Day
    Breezes strongly rushing, when the North--West stirs,
    Prophesying Summer to the shaken firs;
    16 lines
  • Testamentum Amoris
    I cannot raise my eyelids up from sleep,
    But I am visited with thoughts of you;
    17 lines
  • Pine Trees
    Down through the heart of the dim woods
    The laden, jolting waggons come.
    16 lines
  • Present And Future
    Look, as a mother bending o'er her boy,
    The sleeping boy that in her bosom lies,
    35 lines
  • Youth
    When life begins anew,
    And Youth, from gathering flowers,
    114 lines
  • The Evening Takes Me From Your Side
    The evening takes me from your side;
    The darkness creeps into my breast.
    9 lines
  • Tintagel
    Low is laid Arthur's head,
    Unknown earth above him mounded;
    19 lines
  • O Summer Sun!
    O summer sun, O moving trees!
    O cheerful human noise, O busy glittering street!
    6 lines
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