TO SHAKESPEARE, IN 1916
"THE UNKNOWN CITY"
O EARTH, SUFFICING ALL OUR NEEDS
MONITION
ON THE ROAD
HILL TOP SONGS:
I. HERE ON THE HILL
II. WHEN THE LIGHTS COME OUT
IN THE VALLEY OF LUCHON
THE GOOD EARTH
WAYFARER OF EARTH
UNDER THE PILLARS OF THE SKY
ALL NIGHT THE LONE CICADA
EASTWARD BOUND
WHEN IN THE ROWAN TREE
WITH APRIL HERE
FROM THE HIGH WINDOW OF YOUR ROOM
THE HOUR OF MOST DESIRE
THE FLOWER
WHEN THE CLOUD COMES DOWN THE MOUNTAIN
THE STREAM
THE SUMMONS
THE PLACE OF HIS REST
GOING OVER
CAMBRAI AND MARNE
With what white wrath must turn thy bones,
What stern amazement flame thy dust,
To feel so near this England's heart
The outrage of the assassin's thrust!
How must thou burn to have endured
The acclaim of these whose fame unclean
Reeks from the "Lusitania's" slain,
Stinks from the orgies of Malines!
But surely, too, thou art consoled
(Who knew'st thy stalwart breed so well)
To see us rise from sloth, and go,
Plain and unbragging, through this hell.
And surely, too, thou art assured.
Hark how that grim and gathering beat
Draws upwards from the ends of earth,—
The tramp, tramp, of thy kinsmen's feet.