1914, and Other Poems

<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</SPAN></span></p> <div class="poem"><span class="i0 headstyle">IV. THE DEAD</span></div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">These hearts were woven of human joys and cares,<br/></span> <span class="i1">Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth.<br/></span> <span class="i0">The years had given them kindness. Dawn was theirs,<br/></span> <span class="i1">And sunset, and the colours of the earth.<br/></span> <span class="i0">These had seen movement, and heard music; known<br/></span> <span class="i1">Slumber and waking; loved; gone proudly friended;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Felt the quick stir of wonder; sat alone;<br/></span> <span class="i1">Touched flowers and furs and cheeks. All this is ended.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">There are waters blown by changing winds to laughter<br/></span> <span class="i0">And lit by the rich skies, all day. And after,<br/></span> <span class="i1">Frost, with a gesture, stays the waves that dance<br/></span> <span class="i0">And wandering loveliness. He leaves a white<br/></span> <span class="i1">Unbroken glory, a gathered radiance,<br/></span> <span class="i0">A width, a shining peace, under the night.<br/></span></div> </div> <hr class="large" /> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />