1914, and Other Poems

<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</SPAN></span></p> <div class="poem"><span class="i0 headstyle">CLOUDS</span></div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Down the blue night the unending columns press<br/></span> <span class="i1">In noiseless tumult, break and wave and flow,<br/></span> <span class="i1">Now tread the far South, or lift rounds of snow<br/></span> <span class="i0">Up to the white moon's hidden loveliness.<br/></span> <span class="i0">Some pause in their grave wandering comradeless,<br/></span> <span class="i1">And turn with profound gesture vague and slow,<br/></span> <span class="i1">As who would pray good for the world, but know<br/></span> <span class="i0">Their benediction empty as they bless.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">They say that the Dead die not, but remain<br/></span> <span class="i0">Near to the rich heirs of their grief and mirth.<br/></span> <span class="i1">I think they ride the calm mid-heaven, as these,<br/></span> <span class="i0">In wise majestic melancholy train,<br/></span> <span class="i1">And watch the moon, and the still-raging seas,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And men, coming and going on the earth.<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 />