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Title
Destroyers and Other Verses
Author
Henry Head
Year
1919
Publisher
Oxford University Press
Location
New York
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1914 to 1918
I Cannot Stand and Wait
Homing Wings
Paris. April, 1916
The Price
Destroyers
Died of His Wounds
Epiphany
To Courage, Seated
Elan Vital
Pegasus
Songs of La Mouche
"La Mouche"
Part 1: Alfred Meissner
The Journey from Havre
Masqueraders
In the Garden of the Luxembourg
Watteauesque
Sur la Rive Gauche
Part 2: Heinrich Heine
The New Spring
Mother of Heaven, I Pray Thee
My Tender Ways and Laughter
Fantasy
The Post
Last Night the Summer Thunder
Home-coming
August Is Blazing Through the Dingy Window
East and West
Lullaby
You Dominate My Lightest Thought
When Each Morning I Awaken
Frau Mathilde's Parrot
When I Am Old It May Be I Shall Sit
My Love Welled Up in a Dry and Desolate Land
Thin Rain Drifts Across the Pavement
I Heard Them Say, "He Died Last Night"
My Soul Revolves in Helpless Grief
Yesterday to the Grave They Silently Bore Him
Anniversary
Envoy
Seedtime and Harvest
In the Beginning God Created Man
Above the Church, Above the Clock
I Am Loved By Little Children
When the Copse is Grey With Bud
Long Ago I Used To Pray
Within My Arms My Lord Became a Little Child
No Longer, When the Cold and Sterile Moon
To Her There Came At Dawn, As She Lay Still
The First Fruits of A Pregnant Soul’s Increase
Sleep, My Darling, Naught Can Harm Thee
A Sparkling Coldness in the Morning Air
Sun and Shower
I Have Wandered Round an Empire
In My Copse a Blackbird Whistles
About an Upland Meadow
Grey Flowed the River, High up in the Sky
Last Night There Came a Dream that it was Day
Would That You Might Bear Me Away
I Rode In Gathering Twilight
Deep Within Me Springs a Fountain
Deep Runs a Silent Music
High Upon the Hill You Slumber
Hid From Sight of Pasture Lands
Willows Are White as Breath Upon Silver
I Gallop, I Gallop Along
A Wood-fire Bright and Candle-light
Spring Death
Spring Death