To Victory [TO EDMUND GOSSE] RETURN to greet me, colours that were my joy, But shining as a garden; come with the streaming I want to fill my gaze with blue and silver, I am not sad; only I long for lustre, Tired of the greys and browns and the leafless ash. Return, musical, gay with blossom and fleetness, When the blithe wind laughs on the hills with uplifted voice. し When I'm among a Blaze of Lights WHEN I'm among a blaze of lights, And women dawdling through delights, I dream of a small firelit room Then someone says, "Another drink?"- Golgotha THROUGH darkness curves a spume of falling flares On gloom at war with white, And white receding slow, submerged in gloom. Guns into mimic thunder burst and boom, And mirthless laughter rakes the whistling night. The sentry keeps his watch where no one stirs But the brown rats, the nimble scavengers. A Mystic as Soldier I LIVED my days apart, Covered and crowned and shod. Now God is in the strife, And I must seek Him there, Where death outnumbers life, And fury smites the air. I walk the secret way The Kiss To these I turn, in these I trust; He spins and burns and loves the air, Sweet Sister, grant your soldier this; The body where he sets his heel Quail from your downward darting kiss. |