And go to sleep between;
The gods have slumbered long;
The gods are getting lean.

Sheffield, 1917


VIII

A smile will turn away green eyes
That laughter could not touch,
The dangers of those subtleties,
The stealthy, clever hand,
Should not affright you overmuch
If you but understand
How Judas, clad in Oxford grey,--
Could walk abroad on Easter Day.

Paris, 1919


IX

Two Kings there were, one Good, one Bad;
The first was mournfulness itself,
The second, happy as a lad,--
And both are dust upon a shelf.

Sheffield, 1917