- Why?
The little child crosses the street--
Why does she wave to me?
What sees she in my wasted form
To hail so joyously?
...
- Inconstancy
Blue eyes, gray eyes,
All the eyes that be,
Hold within their changing depths
Wealth of charm to me.
...
- Moloch
Old Moloch walks the way tonight
On Flander's poppied field,
Where foe meets foe in steel and might
And never one shall yield.
...
- Remembrance
Forget?
Ah, never!
Your eyes, your voice, your lips.
Those little ways of love,
...
- Immortality
From your life's blood to coin a trenchant word--
The past, the present and the future's ken
To hold--and weave it to a ringing chord
That sounds within the changing hearts of men....