GUARDS
Where the trees rise like cliffs
THE LITTLE TOWN AT EVENING
The chime of the bells
LAST HOURS
The cool of an oak's unchequered shade
TOWN
London
AFTER THE OPERA
Down the stone stairs
GOING BACK
The night turns slowly round
ON THE MARCH
We are out on the open road
BOMBARDMENT
The town has opened to the sun
WINTER-LULL
Because of the silent snow
THE ATTACK
When we came out of the wood
OBSEQUIAL ODE
Surely you've trodden straight
SHADES
Shall I tell you, then, how it is?--
BREAD UPON THE WATERS
So you are lost to me
RUINATION
The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist
RONDEAU
The hours have tumbled their leaden sands
TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN
The sun shines
WAR-BABY
The child like mustard-seed
NOSTALGIA
The waning moon looks upward