I. ON A DIPLOMAT.

Oh, who will bid me rise again

That gambled with the souls of men?

Those whose lives I signed away

Will meet me at the Judgment Day,

My dead: can _they_ forgive and pray?

All honest men, pray for me, and pray well,

Lest true men’s curses send the false to hell.

Oxford poetry, 1918 · 第 45 / 63 题