You've brought the lamp then, Martha? I've no For newspaper to-night, nor bread and cheese. mind Absolution THE anguish of the earth absolves our eyes Horror of wounds and anger at the foe, There was an hour when we were loth to part brothers? Brothers GIVE me your hand, my brother, search my face; Your lot is with the ghosts of soldiers dead, The Dragon and the Undying ALL night the flares go up; the Dragon sings Yet, though the slain are homeless as the breeze, France SHE triumphs, in the vivid green When death stood near them they have seen The radiant forests where her feet Move on a breeze of silver sheen. And they are fortunate, who fight Only from Heaven be downward wafted— |