1914, and Other Poems

<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</SPAN></span></p> <div class="poem"><span class="i0 headstyle">ONE DAY</span></div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Today I have been happy. All the day<br/></span> <span class="i1">I held the memory of you, and wove<br/></span> <span class="i0">Its laughter with the dancing light o' the spray,<br/></span> <span class="i1">And sowed the sky with tiny clouds of love,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And sent you following the white waves of sea,<br/></span> <span class="i1">And crowned your head with fancies, nothing worth,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Stray buds from that old dust of misery,<br/></span> <span class="i1">Being glad with a new foolish quiet mirth.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">So lightly I played with those dark memories,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Just as a child, beneath the summer skies,<br/></span> <span class="i1">Plays hour by hour with a strange shining stone,<br/></span> <span class="i0">For which (he knows not) towns were fire of old,<br/></span> <span class="i1">And love has been betrayed, and murder done,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And great kings turned to a little bitter mould.<br/></span></div> </div> <div class="poem"><span class="i0 headstyle4"><span class="smcap">The Pacific</span>, <i>October</i> 1913</span></div> <hr class="large" /> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />