Cross-post from war_poetry:

Conscientious ObjectorI shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death ( Read more... )

Dirge Without MusicI am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground ( Read more... )

Ragged IslandThere, there where those black spruces crowd ( Read more... )

Childhood is the Kingdom Where Nobody DiesChildhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age ( Read more... )

Ragged IslandThere, there where those black spruces crowd ( Read more... )

Dirge Without MusicI am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground ( Read more... )

Childhood is the Kingdom Where Nobody Dies
by Edna St. Vincent MillayChildhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age ( Read more... )

ExiledSearching my heart for its true sorrow ( Read more... )

Conscientious ObjectorI shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death ( Read more... )

Epitaph

Grieve not for happy Claudius, he is dead;
And empty is his skull.
Pity no longer, arm-in-arm with Dread,
Walks in that polished hall.

Joy, too, is fled.
But no man can have all.