Left on the hither side of death
To gain their immortality.




Dusk in War Time



A half-hour more and you will lean
To gather me close in the old sweet way --
But oh, to the woman over the sea
Who will come at the close of day?

A half-hour more and I will hear
The key in the latch and the strong, quick tread --
But oh, the woman over the sea
Waiting at dusk for one who is dead!




Peace



Peace flows into me
As the tide to the pool by the shore;
It is mine forevermore,