OLD AND NEW

Everyone's voice was suddenly lifted.
And beauty came like the setting sun.
My heart was shaken with tears ; and horror
Drifted away. . . . O but everyone
Was a bird ; and the song was wordless ; the singing
will never be done.

SIEGFRIED SASSOON

THE DEAD

THESE hearts were woven of human joys and cares,

Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth.
The years had given them kindness. Dawn was theirs,

And sunset, and the colours of the earth.
These had seen movement, and heard music; known i o

Slumber and waking; loved; gone proudly

friended ;
Felt the quick stir of wonder ; sat alone ;

Touched flowers and furs and cheeks. All this is
ended.

There are waters blown by changing winds to laughter
And lit by the rich skies, all day. And after,

Frost, with a gesture, stays the waves that dance
And wandering loveliness. He leaves a white

Unbroken glory, a gathered radiance,
A width, a shining peace, under the night.

RUPERT BROOKE

THE PIKE
FROM shadows of rich oaks outpeer 20
The moss-green bastions of the weir,
Where the quick dipper forages
In elver-peopled crevices,
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