Further and further we leave the scene
Of war - and of England's care;
I try to keep my mind serene -
But my heart stays there;
Sorrow, quit me for a while!
Wintry days are over;
Hope again, with April smile,
Violets sows and clover.
'The Smile,' they called her -- 'La Sourire'; and fair --
A sculptured angel on the northern door
Of the Cathedral's west façade -- she wore
Better to die, where gallant men are dying,
Than to live on with them that basely fly;
Better to fall, the soulless Fates defying,
If love were but a little thing --
Strange love, which, more than all, is great --
One might not such devotion bring,
Early to serve and late.
Others endure Man's rule: he therefore deems
I shall endure it -- I, the unconquered Air!
SILENT amidst unbroken silence deep
Of dateless years, in loneliness supreme,
She pondered patiently one mighty theme,
And I seem to be
In primrose vales of Sicily,
Beside the streams once looked upon
Near where the royal vicitims fell
In days gone by, caught in the swell
Of a ruthless tide
Of human passion, deep and wide: