“I have perceived much beauty In the hoarse oaths that kept our courage straight; Heard music in the silentness of duty; Found peace where shell-storms spouted reddest spate.”

“Through the dense din, I say, we heard him shout"I see your lights!" But ours had long died out.”

“Courage was mine, and I had mystery,Wisdom was mine, and I had mastery:To miss the march of this retreating worldInto vain citadels that are not walled.”

“He's lost his colour very far from here,Poured it down shell-holes till the veins ran dry”

“And you have fixed my life — however short. You did not light me: I was always a mad comet; but you have fixed me. I spun round you a satellite for a month, but I shall swing out soon, a dark star in the orbit where you will blaze.”

“Shall they return to beating of great bellsIn wild train-loads?A few, a few, too few for drums and yells,May creep back, silent, to village wells,Up half-known roads.”

“Escape? There is one unwatched way: your eyes. O Beauty! Keep me good that secret gate.”