Category: Poetry
Poems, 1916-1918
[Transcriber's note: the above errata have been applied to this etext. The word "Lybia" was also on page 32, and was corrected as above. Similarly, "tyrranous" was also on page 86, and was corrected.]
Chapters
3. Part 3
Last night the North flew at the throat of Spring With spite to tear her greening banners down, Tossing the elm-tree's tender tassels brown, The virgin blossom of sloe burdening...
1. Part 1[Transcriber's note: the above errata have been applied to this etext. The word "Lybia" was also on page 32, and was corrected as above. Similarly, "tyrranous" was also on page...
2. Part 2'Oh whither be ye sailing...?' 'Alas, we sail no longer: Our hulls are wrack, our sails are dust, as any man might know. And why should you torment us? ... Your iron keels are s...