Fear
The Day of Judgment
A Farewell
In Hospital
Prayer in Time of War
At Parting
Invocation
To Her: In Time of War
The Fields of Flanders
Spring in War-time
The Mother's Prayer
Inasmuch as ye did it not




POEM: THE RETURN



The grass was gray with the moonlit dew,
The stones were white as I came through;
I came down the path by the thirteen yews,
Through the blocks of shade that the moonlight hews.
And when I came to the high lych-gate
I waited awhile where the corpses wait;
Then I came down the road where the moonlight lay
Like the fallen ghost of the light of day.

The bats shrieked high in their zigzag flight,