LATER POEMS
Trust not your loves that come and go,
Trust only the hate of the unknown foe,—
War is the one reality."
Trust only the hate of the unknown foe,—
War is the one reality."
Are we awake or dreaming?
On the hearth, the ashes are gleaming.
On the hearth, the ashes are gleaming.
Listen, dear:
The clock ticks on in the quiet room,
It's all a joke, a poor one, too.
Or else I'm mad! This can't be true?
I light the lamp to lift the gloom.
My world's too good for such a doom.
One fact, if nothing else, I know,
I'll die sooner than have it so!
The clock ticks on in the quiet room,
It's all a joke, a poor one, too.
Or else I'm mad! This can't be true?
I light the lamp to lift the gloom.
My world's too good for such a doom.
One fact, if nothing else, I know,
I'll die sooner than have it so!
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