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As to depart with speed；
The madhouse man smiled pleasantly
To see the wile succeed。
She turned to him when all was done；
And gave him her thin hand；
Exclaiming like an enraptured one；
〃This time it will be grand！〃
She mounted with a face elate；
Shut was the carriage door；
They drove her to the madhouse gate；
And she was seen no more 。 。 。
Yet she was fair as early day
Shining on meads unmown；
And her sweet syllables seemed to play
Like flute…notes softly blown。
EXEUNT OMNES
I
Everybody else； then； going；
And I still left where the fair was？ 。 。 。
Much have I seen of neighbour loungers
Making a lusty showing；
Each now past all knowing。
II
There is an air of blankness
In the street and the littered spaces；
Thoroughfare； steeple； bridge and highway
Wizen themselves to lankness；
Kennels dribble dankness。
III
Folk all fade。 And whither；
As I wait alone where the fair was？
Into the clammy and numbing night…fog
Whence they entered hither。
Soon do I follow thither！
June 2； 1913。
A POET
Attentive eyes； fantastic heed；
Assessing minds； he does not need；
Nor urgent writs to sup or dine；
Nor pledges in the roseate wine。
For loud acclaim he does not care
By the august or rich or fair；
Nor for smart pilgrims from afar；
Curious on where his hauntings are。
But soon or later； when you hear
That he has doffed this wrinkled gear；
Some evening； at the first star…ray；
Come to his graveside； pause and say：
〃Whatever the message his to tell；
Two bright…souled women loved him well。〃
Stand and say that amid the dim：
It will be praise enough for him。
July 1914。
POSTSCRIPT
〃MEN WHO MARCH AWAY〃
（SONG OF THE SOLDIERS）
What of the faith and fire within us
Men who march away
Ere the barn…cocks say
Night is growing gray；
To hazards whence no tears can win us；
What of the faith and fire within us
Men who march away？
Is it a purblind prank； O think you；
Friend with the musing eye；
Who watch us stepping by
With doubt and dolorous sigh？
Can much pondering so hoodwink you！
Is it a purblind prank； O think you；
Friend with the musing eye？
Nay。 We well see what we are doing；
Though some may not see …
Dalliers as they be …
England's need are we；
Her distress would leave us rueing：
Nay。 We well see what we are doing；
Though some may not see！
In our heart of hearts believing
Victory crowns the just；
And that braggarts must
Surely bite the dust；
Press we to the field ungrieving；
In our heart of hearts believing
Victory crowns the just。
Hence the faith and fire within us
Men who march away
Ere the barn…cocks say
Night is growing gray；
To hazards whence no tears can win us：
Hence the faith and fire within us
Men who march away。
September 5； 1914。
End