from the beautifully imaginative 'Marriage of Earth and Spring'; from the plea of Calypso, that opens with the lines—
Tenderly I, too, loved thee and have given
All my heart into thy keeping...
in the unfinished 'Odysseus and Calypso'; from 'Venice'; 'London Pride'; or from this, one of the most delicately fanciful of his songs:
If at day's dawn
My dear love dies,
Tell not the day,
Lest the laughing eyes
Of the day grow dim
And the bird-song cease.
Until eventide
Let her lie in peace.
If at day's death
My dear love dies,
My own hands
Will close her eyes,
And the rising moon
And the stars shall shed
Their silver tears
Round her white death-bed.
If there is little or no shadow of the war over the pages of these three poets, it is either because their poems were written
