Τ GETHSEMANE HE Garden called Gethsemane In Picardy it was, And there the people came The English soldiers pass. We used to pass-we used to pass And ship our masks in case of gas The Garden called Gethsemane, But all the time she talked to me The men lay on the grass, And all the time we halted there It didn't pass-it didn't pass- I drank it when we met the gas THE PRO-CONSULS THE overfaithful sword returns the user T His heart's desire at price of his heart's blood. Wastes that one hour we needed to make good. They that dig foundations deep, Any more than mountains gain With no veil before their face Of one height to foe and friend- THE PRO-CONSULS Through the night when hirelings rest, Sleepless they arise, alone, The unsleeping arch to test And the o'er-trusted corner-stone, 'Gainst the need, they know, that lies Hid behind the centuries. Not by lust of praise or show On the stage their act hath framed By the tongues their act set free, While they quicken, tend and raise Power that must their power displace. Lesser men feign greater goals, Failing whereof they may sit Scholarly to judge the souls That go down into the pit, These at labour make no sign, Not our hopes and not our fears; For, so the Ark be borne to Zion, who Heeds how they perished or were paid that bore it ? For, so the Shrine abide, what shame-what prideIf we, the priests, were bound or crowned before it ? Ο THE CRAFTSMAN NCE, after long-drawn revel at The Mermaid, Jonson, uttered (If half of it were liquor, Saying how, at an alehouse under Cotswold, How, while he hid from Sir Thomas's keepers, Rail at the dawning. How at Bankside, a boy drowning kittens Sombrely scornful. How on a Sabbath, hushed and compassionate- Dripping Ophelia. |