There's No Money In Poetry, But Then

To Recommend A Monarchy On Account Of The Prosperity It Gives The Provinces Seems To Me Like Recommending That A Man Should Have Liberty To Treat His Children As Slaves, If At The Same Time He Treats His Slaves With Reasonable Consideration.

She Tells Her Love While Half Asleep, In The Dark Hours, With Half-words Whispered Low: As Earth Stirs In Her Winter Sleep And Puts Out Grass And Flowers Despite The Snow, Despite The Falling Snow.

She Told Me That All The Girls In Annezin Prayed Every Night For The War To End And For The English To Go Away As Soon As Their Money Was Spent. She Said That The Clause About The Money Was Always Repeated In Case God Should Miss It.

Let All The Poison That Lurks In The Mud, Hatch Out.

Lovers To-day And For All Time Preserve The Meaning Of My Rhyme: Love Is Not Kindly Nor Yet Grim But Does To You As You To Him.