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Let the thunder break on man and beast and bird
And the lightning. It is something to have been.
Poems (1917)
Our chiefs said 'Done,' and I did not deem it;
Our seers said 'Peace,' and it was not peace;
Earth will grow worse till men redeem it,
And wars more evil, ere all wars cease.
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Strong gongs groaning as the drums beat far.
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We know each other, these slaves and we.
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The gallows in my garden, people say,
Is new and neat and adequately tall.
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Cervantes on his galley sets the sword back in the sheath,
(Don John of Austria rides homeward with a wreath.)
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Don John of Austria is going to the war.
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Are they clinging to their crosses?
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It is all as of old, the empty clangour,
The nothing scrawled on a five-foot page,
The huckster who, mocking holy anger,
Painfully paints his face with rage.
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White founts falling in the courts of the sun,
And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run.
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The cold queen of England is looking in the glass;
The shadow of the Valois is yawning at the Mass.
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It is he that saith not ‘Kismet’; it is he that knows not fate;
It is Richard, it is Raymond, it is Godfrey in the gate!
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In a time of sceptic moths and cynic rusts,
And fattened lives that of their sweetness tire
In a world of flying loves and fading lusts,
It is something to be sure of a desire.
Poems (1917)
I’ll read "Jack Redskin on the Quest"
And feed my brain with better things.
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Talk about the pews and steeples
And the cash that goes therewith!
But the souls of Christian peoples...
Chuck it, Smith!
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To have known the things that from the weak are furled,
Perilous ancient passions, strange and high;
It is something to be wiser than the world,
It is something to be older than the sky.
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But for the Virtuous Things you do,
The Righteous Work, the Public Care,
It shall not be forgiven you.
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And he smiles, but not as Sultans smile, and settles back the blade....
(But Don John of Austria rides home from the Crusade.)
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Nelson turned his blindest eye
On Naples and on liberty.
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For we that fight till the world is free,
We are not easy in victory:
We have known each other too long, my brother,
And fought each other, the world and we.
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