- 1. To Hilda
ON HER SEVENTEENTH BIRTHDAY.
Now has rich time brought you a gift of gold -
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- 2. The Joy Of Flying
When heavy on my tired mind
The world, and worldly things, do weigh,
And some sweet solace I would find,
Into the sky I love to stray,
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- 3. Chelsea
How many of those youths who consecrate
Their lives to art, and worship at her shrine,
And sacrifice their early hours and late
In serving her exacting whims divine
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- 4. The Crash
The rich, red blood
Doth stain the fair, green grass, and daisies white
In generous flood ...
This sun-drowsed day for me is darkest night.
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- 5. To Carlton Berry
KILLED IN AN AEROPLANE ACCIDENT, JULY, 1916
It was Thy will, O God. And so he died!
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- 6. Autumn Regrets
That I were Keats! And with a golden pen
Could for all time preserve these golden days
In rich and glowing verse, for poorer men,
Who felt their wonder, but could only gaze
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- 7. A Fallen Leaf
When Death has crossed my name from out the roll
Of dreaming children serving in this War;
And with these earthly eyes I gaze no more
Upon sweet England's grace - perhaps my soul
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- 8. Clouds
'Tis strange to leave this world of woods and hills,
This world of little farms, and shady mills, -
Of fields, and water-meadows fair,
Upon some sad and shadowy day
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- 9. 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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