But when he turned on them
His shadowed eyes
They stammered--
Knowing that they lied!




Epitaph

(For the unknown soldier buried in Westminster Abbey.)


YOU who died fighting
For me and my little children;
You who are a million
Yet are but one,
I lay upon your grave
A rose and a tear--
The tear is the world's sorrow,
The rose is your joy.




For One Who Went in Spring


SHE did not go, as others do,
With backward look and beckoning;