“I ROSE AND WENT TO ROU’TOR TOWN” (She , alone)
LOOKING AT A PICTURE ON AN ANNIVERSARY
WHILE DRAWING IN A CHURCH-YARD
“FOR LIFE I HAD NEVER CARED GREATLY”
“MEN WHO MARCH AWAY” (SONG OF THE SOLDIERS)
AN APPEAL TO AMERICA ON BEHALF OF THE BELGIAN DESTITUTE
IN TIME OF “THE BREAKING OF NATIONS” [235]
CRY OF THE HOMELESS AFTER THE PRUSSIAN INVASION OF BELGIUM
BEFORE MARCHING AND AFTER (in Memoriam F. W. G.)
MOMENTS OF VISION
That mirror
Which makes of men a transparency,
Who holds that mirror
And bids us such a breast-bare spectacle see
Of you and me?
That mirror
Whose magic penetrates like a dart,
Who lifts that mirror
And throws our mind back on us, and our heart,
Until we start?
That mirror
Works well in these night hours of ache;
Why in that mirror
Are tincts we never see ourselves once take