The old happiness is unreturning. Boy's griefs are not so grievous as youth's yearning. Boys have no sadness sadder than our hope.
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
Be bullied, be outraged, by killed, but do not kill.
As bronze may be much beautified by lying in the dark damp soil, so men who fade in dust of warfare fade fairer, and sorrow blooms their soul.
All theological lore is becoming distasteful to me.
Red lips are not so red as the stained stones kissed by the English dead.