Poems, 1914-1919

<h3><SPAN name="BEETHOVEN" id="BEETHOVEN"></SPAN>BEETHOVEN</h3> <div class="poetry"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0"><span class="smcap">More</span> mighty than the hosts of mortal kings,<br/></span> <span class="i0">I hear the legions gathering to their goal;<br/></span> <span class="i0">The tramping millions drifting from one pole,<br/></span> <span class="i0">The march, the counter-march, the flank that swings.<br/></span> <span class="i0">I hear the beating of tremendous wings,<br/></span> <span class="i0">The shock of battle and the drums that roll;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And far away the solemn belfries toll,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And in the field the careless shepherd sings.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">There is an end unto the longest day.<br/></span> <span class="i0">The echoes of the fighting die away.<br/></span> <span class="i0">The evening breathes a benediction mild.<br/></span> <span class="i0">The sunset fades. There is no need to weep,<br/></span> <span class="i0">For night has come, and with the night is sleep,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And now the fiercest foes are reconciled.<br/></span></div> </div></div> <p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_039" id="page_039"></SPAN>{39}</span></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />