Deep in the sloping forest that surrounds
The head of a green valley that I know,
Spread the fair gardens and ancestral grounds
Of Bellinglise, the beautiful château.
Through shady groves and fields of unmown grass,
It was my joy to come at dusk and see,
Filling a little pond’s untroubled glass,
Its antique towers and mouldering masonry.
Oh, should I fall to-morrow, lay me here,
That o’er my tomb, with each reviving year,
Wood-flowers may blossom and the wood-doves croon;
And lovers by that unrecorded place,
Passing, may pause, and cling a little space,
Close-bosomed, at the rising of the moon.
Here, where in happier times the huntsman’s horn
Echoing from far made sweet midsummer eves,
Now serried cannon thunder night and morn,
Tearing with iron the greenwood’s tender leaves.
Yet has sweet Spring no particle withdrawn
Of her old bounty; still the song-birds hail,
Even through our fusillade, delightful Dawn;
Even in our wire bloom lilies of the vale.
You who love flowers, take these; their fragile bells
Have trembled with the shock of volleyed shells,
And in black nights when stealthy foes advance
They have been lit by the pale rockets’ glow
That o’er scarred fields and ancient towns laid low
Trace in white fire the brave frontiers of France.
May 22, 1916.
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|The Sultan’s Palace|
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|Written in a Volume of the Comtesse de Noailles|
|The Old Lowe House, Staten Island|
|On the Cliffs, Newport|
|To England at the Outbreak of the Balkan War|
|At the Tomb of Napoleon Before the Elections in America—November, 1912|
|Do You Remember Once...|
|An Ode to Antares|
|Dante. Inferno, Canto XXVI|
|Ariosto. Orlando Furioso, Canto X, 91-99|
|On a Theme in the Greek Anthology|
|After an Epigram of Clement Marot|
|The Aisne (1914-15)|
|I Have a Rendezvous with Death...|
|A Message to America|
|Introduction and Conclusion of a Long Poem|
|Ode in Memory of the American Volunteers Fallen for France|
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