What gods have met in battle to arouse (_A. E._) . . . . . . . 27
What heart could have thought you? (_F. Thompson_) . . . . . . 127
What is this life, if, full of care (_W. B. Davies_) . . . . . 101
What of vile dust? the preacher said (_G. K. Chesterton_) . . 154
What shall I your true-love tell (_F. Thompson_) . . . . . . . 168
When I am living in the Midlands (_H. Belloc_) . . . . . . . . 43
When I did wake this morn from sleep (_W. H. Davies_) . . . . 67
When June is come, then all the day (_R. Bridges_) . . . . . . 152
When men were all asleep the snow came flying (_R. Bridges_) 91
When skies are blue and days are bright (_K. Tynan_) . . . . . 69
When you are old and gray and full of sleep (_W. B. Yeats_) 161
When we fought campaigns (in the long Christmas rains)
(_R. Macaulay_) . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 23
Where the thistle lifts a purple crown (_F. Thompson_) . . . . 143
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children
(_L. Binyon_) . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 26
Ye have robbed, said he, ye have slaughtered and made an
end (_H. Newbolt_) . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 17
Yonder in the heather there's a bed for sleeping (_A. Smith_) 35
Youth now flees on feathered foot (_R. L. Stevenson_) . . . . 107