OBSEQUIAL ODE  

  SHADES  

  BREAD UPON THE WATERS.  

  RUINATION  

  RONDEAU OF A CONSCIENTIOUS  

  TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN  

  WAR-BABY  

  NOSTALGIA  

  

  

       GUARDS!     

      A Review in Hyde Park 1913. The Crowd Watches. 

 WHERE the trees rise like cliffs, proud and blue-tinted in the distance, Between the cliffs of the trees, on the grey-        green park Rests a still line of soldiers, red motionless range of guards Smouldering with darkened busbies beneath the bay-        onets' slant rain. Colossal in nearness a blue police sits still on his horse Guarding the path; his hand relaxed at his thigh, And skyward his face is immobile, eyelids aslant In tedium, and mouth relaxed as if smiling—ineffable tedium! So! So! Gaily a general canters across the space, With white plumes blinking under the evening grey sky. And suddenly, as if the ground moved The red range heaves in slow, magnetic reply. 

  

  

       EVOLUTIONS OF SOLDIERS     

      The red range heaves and compulsory sways, ah see! in the flush of a march Softly-impulsive advancing as water towards a weir from the arch Of shadow emerging as blood emerges from inward    

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