1914, and Other Poems

<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</SPAN></span></p> <div class="poem"><span class="i0 headstyle">UNFORTUNATE</span></div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Heart, you are restless as a paper scrap<br/></span> <span class="i1">That's tossed down dusty pavements by the wind;<br/></span> <span class="i1">Saying, "She is most wise, patient and kind.<br/></span> <span class="i0">Between the small hands folded in her lap<br/></span> <span class="i0">Surely a shamed head may bow down at length,<br/></span> <span class="i1">And find forgiveness where the shadows stir<br/></span> <span class="i0">About her lips, and wisdom in her strength,<br/></span> <span class="i1">Peace in her peace. Come to her, come to her!"...<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">She will not care. She'll smile to see me come,<br/></span> <span class="i1">So that I think all Heaven in flower to fold me.<br/></span> <span class="i1">She'll give me all I ask, kiss me and hold me,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And open wide upon that holy air<br/></span> <span class="i0">The gates of peace, and take my tiredness home,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Kinder than God. But, heart, she will not care.<br/></span></div> </div> <hr class="large" /> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />