I wanted to write a battle song for the Judeans but so far I can think of nothing noble and weighty enough
I will not leave a corner of my consciousness covered up, but saturate myself with the strange and extraordinary new conditions of this life, and it will all refine itself into poetry later on.
The darkness crumbles away It is the same old druid Time as ever.
I never joined the army for patriotic reasons.
Poetical appreciation is only newly bursting on me.
Earth has waited for them, All the time of their growth Fretting for their decay: Now she has them at last.