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RANK AND FILE
(SOUTH AFRICA, 1900-1)
O UNDISTINGUISHED Dead!
Whom the bent covers, or the rock-strewn steep
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
N Angel-Court the sunless air
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 sings again, and whistles
How it shrieks, shrieks, shrieks,
In the gashes of the creeks;
How it shrieks once more, and catches
How it whirls it out and over
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: And the spent ship, tempest-driven, On the reef lies rent and rivenHow it roars !
How it wails, wails, wails,
In the tangle of the wreckage,
How it sobs away, subsiding,
And across the ground-swell rolling,