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Wilson, Theodore C - Magpies in Picardy Print E-mail

Theodore C Wilson

Magpies in Picardy

  The magpies in Picardy
  Are more than I can tell.
  They flicker down the dusty roads
  And cast a magic spell
  On the men who march through Picardy,
  Through Picardy to hell.
 
  (The blackbird flies with panic,
  The swallow goes with light,
  The finches move like ladies,
  The owl floats by at night;
  But the great and flashing magpie
  He flies as artists might).
  
  A magpie in Picardy
  Told me secret things-
  Of the music in white feathers,
  And the sunlight that sings
  And dances in deep shadows-
  He told me with his wings.
 
  (The hawk is cruel and rigid,
  He watches from a height;
  The rook is slow and sombre,
  The robin loves to fight;
  But the great and flashing magpie
  He flies as lovers might).
 
  He told me that in Picardy,
  An age ago or more,
  While all his feathers still were eggs,
  These dusty highways bore
  Brown, singing soldiers marching out
  Through Picardy to war.
 
  He said that still through chaos
  Works on the ancient plan,
  And two things have altered not
  Since first the world began-
  The beauty of the wild green earth
  And the bravery of man.
 
  (For the sparrow flies unthinking
  And quarrels in his flight;
  The heron trails his legs behind,
  The lark goes out of sight;
  But the great and flashing magpie
  He flies as poets might).


Wilson, a captain in the Sherwood Foresters (Nottinghamshire and Derby Regiment), was killed on the 23rd March, 1918.  He is buried at the Arras Memorial, Pas de Calais alongside 34,740 other identified casulities.

Commonwealth War Graves Commission www.cwgc.org

 
Wilson, Theodore C - Sportsmen in Paradise Print E-mail

Theodore Cameron Wilson (1889–1918) 

Sportsmen in Paradise

THEY left the fury of the fight,  
  And they were very tired.  
The gates of Heaven were open quite,  
  Unguarded and unwired.  
There was no sound of any gun,       
  The land was still and green;  
Wide hills lay silent in the sun,  
  Blue valleys slept between.  
  
They saw far-off a little wood  
  Stand up against the sky.  
Knee-deep in grass a great tree stood;  
  Some lazy cows went by...  
There were some rooks sailed overhead,  
  And once a church-bell pealed.  
"God! but it's England," someone said, 
  "And there's a cricket-field!"


Wilson, a captain in the Sherwood Foresters (Nottinghamshire and Derby Regiment), was killed on the 23rd March, 1918.  He is buried at the Arras Memorial, Pas de Calais alongside 34,740 other identified casulities.

Commonwealth War Graves Commission www.cwgc.org

 
Kipling, Rudyard - Helen All Alone Print E-mail

Rudyard Kipling

Helen All Alone

There was darkness under Heaven
For an hour's space--
Darkness that we knew was given
Us for special grace.
Sun and noon and stars were hid,
God had left His Throne,
When Helen came to me, she did,
Helen all alone!

Side by side (because our fate
Damned us ere our birth)
We stole out of Limbo Gate
Looking for the Earth.
Hand in pulling hand amid
Fear no dreams have known,
Helen ran with me, she did,
Helen all alone!

When the Horror passing speech
Hunted us along,
Each laid hold on each, and each
Found the other strong.
In the teeth of Things forbid
And Reason overthrown,
Helen stood by me, she did,
Helen all alone!

When, at last, we heard those Fires
Dull and die away,
When, at last, our linked desires
Dragged us up to day;
When, at last, our souls were rid
Of what that Night had shown,
Helen passed from me, she did,
Helen all alone!

Let her go and find a mate,
As I will find a bride,
Knowing naught of Limbo Gate
Or Who are penned inside.
There is knowledge God forbid
More than one should own.
So Helen went from me, she did,
Oh, my soul, be glad she did!
Helen all alone!

 
Foster, Stephen - Beautiful Dreamer Print E-mail

Stephen  Foster (1826 - 1864) 

Beautiful Dreamer

Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd a way!

Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
List while I woo thee with soft melody;
Gone are the cares of life's busy throng,
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!

Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea
Mermaids are chaunting the wild lorelie;
Over the streamlet vapours are borne,
Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.

Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart,
E'en as the morn on the streamlet and sea;
Then will all clouds of sorrow depart,
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!

 
Dickinson, Emily - Wild Nights Print E-mail

Emily  Dickinson

Wild Nights

Wild nights.  Wild nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile the winds
To a heart in port
Done with the compass
Done with the chart.

Rowing in Eden.
Ah, the sea.
Might I but moor
Tonight with thee!

 
Khayyam, Omar - Ah, My Beloved Print E-mail

Omar  Khayyam (1048-1122)

Ah, My Beloved

Ah, my beloved, fill the cup that clears
Today of past regrets and future fears;
Tomorrow?  Why, tomorrow I may be,
Myself, with yesterday's sev'n thousand years.

 
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