Can you see through the night, woman, that you stare so upon it? Man, what sparks do your eyes follow in the smouldering darkness?
How hard, how desperately hard, is the way of the experimenter in art!
To-night when the full-bellied moon swallows the stars. Grant that I know.
Everything mortal has moments immortal
Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me,and drench me in loneliness.
This is war: Boys flung into a breach Like shoveled earth; And old men, Broken, Driving rapidly before crowds of people In a glitter of silly decorations. Behind the boys And the old men, Life weeps, And shreds her garments To the blowing winds.