Helen Parry Eden Poems

He had no heart for war, its ways and means,
Its train of machinations and machines,
Its murky provenance, its flagrant ends;
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A portly Wood-louse, full of cares,
Transacted eminent affairs
Along a parapet where pears
Unripened fell
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Of Sorrow, 'tis as Saints have said--
That his ill-savoured lamp shall shed
A light to Heaven, when, blown about
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Remember, on your knees,
The men who guard your slumbers-

And guard a house in a still street
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