RANK AND FILE (SOUTH AFRICA, 1900-1) O UNDISTINGUISHED Dead! Whom the bent covers, or the rock-strewn steep Shows to the stars, for you I mourn, I weep, O undistinguished Dead! None knows your name. Blacken'd and blurr'd in the wild battle's brunt Hotly you fell...with all your wounds in front: This is your fame! FOR A CHARITY ANNUAL (ANGEL-COURT) N Angel-Court the sunless air IN Grows faint and sick; to left and right The cowering houses shrink from sight, Huddled and hopeless, eyeless, bare. Misnamed, you say? For surely rare Nay! the Eternities are there. Death at the doorway stands to smite; Life in its garrets leaps to flight; And Love has climbed that crumbling stair In Angel-Court. THE SONG OF THE SEA WIND HOW it sings, sings, sings, Blowing sharply from the sea-line, How it shrieks, shrieks, shrieks, In the crannies of the headland, In the gashes of the creeks; How it shrieks once more, and catches How it whirls it out and over To the corn-field and the clover- How it roars, roars, roars, In the iron under-caverns, In the hollows of the shores; How it roars anew, and thunders, As the strong hull splits and sunders: How it wails, wails, wails, In the tangle of the wreckage, And across the ground-swell rolling, 1901 [1879]. TO F. M. D. (WITH A VOLUME OF HERBERT) WHE 1 HEN I go At your feet, All I know Of your face I recall,- Being by (In the net) 1385 [1868]. II Being by, I but hear What you say,- Naught am I But an ear To the word Then I go And the grace Of your face Know. |