Poems, 1914-1919

<h3><SPAN name="AUGUST_1918" id="AUGUST_1918"></SPAN>AUGUST, 1918</h3> <div class="poetry"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">(<i>In a French Village.</i>)<br/></span></div> </div></div> <div class="poetry"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0"><span class="smcap">I hear</span> the tinkling of the cattle bell,<br/></span> <span class="i0">In the broad stillness of the afternoon;<br/></span> <span class="i0">High in the cloudless haze the harvest moon<br/></span> <span class="i0">Is pallid as the phantom of a shell.<br/></span> <span class="i0">A girl is drawing water from a well,<br/></span> <span class="i0">I hear the clatter of her wooden shoon;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Two mothers to their sleeping babies croon,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And the hot village feels the drowsy spell.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Sleep, child, the Angel of Death his wings has spread;<br/></span> <span class="i0">His engines scour the land, the sea, the sky;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And all the weapons of Hell’s armoury<br/></span> <span class="i0">Are ready for the blood that is their bread;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And many a thousand men to-night must die,<br/></span> <span class="i0">So many that they will not count the Dead.<br/></span></div> </div></div> <p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_027" id="page_027"></SPAN>{27}</span></p> <h2>POEMS WRITTEN<br/> BEFORE THE WAR</h2> <p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_029" id="page_029"></SPAN>{29}</span>&nbsp; </p> <p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_028" id="page_028"></SPAN>{28}</span>&nbsp; </p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />