Category: Poetry
_Out past the Highlands’ smoke and Autumn gold, The great gray ships on secret orders steam; Battalioned boys their dawn-lit land behold Drifting astern, like towers in a dream; They watch the havened harbor lights that gleam Speechless farewell, too tender to be told-- Until...
_Out past the Highlands’ smoke and Autumn gold, The great gray ships on secret orders steam; Battalioned boys their dawn-lit land behold Drifting astern, like towers in a dream;...
2. Part 2There are the Ones, the Twos and the Threes, The ablest, sagest counsellors, these.... The Threes soar higher than most, The Twos have a most responsible post, And the Ones--Oh!...
3. Part 3The American bites his lips and clenches his hand. Finally he turns to where the cross lies on the table, takes it up reverently and curiously, and looks at it as at some new th...
4. Part 4The Penmarch roads are sandy white; By the old church the blue nets dry, Stretched to the sea. The poppies bright, Tremulous scarlet splashes high On tawny dunes. Small wooden s...
5. Part 5Midnight, Black, and a wild sea of stars, A gold-white surf of stars whose sparkling foam Breaks into waves on occult ether bars, Where star-tides have their deep eternal home....