- 1. To Hilda
ON HER SEVENTEENTH BIRTHDAY.
Now has rich time brought you a gift of gold -
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- 2. Islington
Here slow decay with creeping finger peels
The yellow plaster from the grimy walls,
Like leprous lichen, day by day which falls,
And, day by day, more rotting stone reveals!
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- 3. K.l.h
DIED OF WOUNDS RECEIVED AT THE DARDANELLES.
Where stern grey busts of gods and heroes old
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- 4. Despair
The long and tedious months move slowly by
And February's chill has fled away
Before the gales of March, and now e'en they
Have died upon the peaceful April sky:
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- 5. The Night Raid
Around me broods the dim, mysterious Night,
Star-lit and still.
No whisper comes across the Plain,
Asleep beneath the breezes light,
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- 6. The Dawn Patrol
Sometimes I fly at dawn above the sea,
Where, underneath, the restless waters flow -
Silver, and cold, and slow.
Dim in the East there burns a new-born sun,
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- 7. Dreams Of Autumn
When through the heat of some long afternoon
In blazing August, on the grass I lie,
And watch the white clouds move across the sky,
On whose azure is faintly etched the moon,
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