In me the tiger sniffs the rose.
Soldiers are citizens of death's grey land, drawing no dividend from time's tomorrows.
Man, it seemed, had been created to jab the life out of Germans.
The dead...are more real than the living because they are complete.
I am not protesting against the conduct of the war, but against the political errors and insincerities for which the fighting men are being sacrificed.
But I've grown thoughtful now. And you have lost Your early-morning freshness of surprise At being so utterly mine: you've learned to fear The gloomy, stricken places in my soul, And the occasional ghosts that haunt my gaze.