WIDE HAVEN
Tired of man's futile, petty cry,
Of lips that lie and flout,
I saw the slow sun dim and die
And the slim dusk slip out. . . .
Life held no room for doubt.
Of lips that lie and flout,
I saw the slow sun dim and die
And the slim dusk slip out. . . .
Life held no room for doubt.
What though Death claim the ones I prize
In War's insane crusade,
Last night I saw Orion rise
And the great day-star fade,
And I am not dismayed.
In War's insane crusade,
Last night I saw Orion rise
And the great day-star fade,
And I am not dismayed.
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