"Men who march away" (Song of the Soldiers)His Country England to Germany in 1914
On the Belgian Expatriation An Appeal to America on behalf of the Belgian Destitute The Pity of It In Time of Wars and Tumults In Time of "the Breaking of nations"Cry of the Homeless Before Marching and After "Often when warring"Then and Now A Call to National Service The Dead and the Living One A New Year's Eve in War Time "I met a man""I looked up from my writing"
FINALE:
The Coming of the End Afterwards MOMENTS OF VISIONThat mirror Which makes of men a transparency, Who holds that mirror And bids us such a breast-bare spectacle see Of you and me?
That mirror Whose magic penetrates like a dart, Who lifts that mirror And throws our mind back on us, and our heart, Until we start?
That mirror Works well in these night hours of ache;Why in that mirror Are tincts we never see ourselves once take When the world is awake?
That mirror Can test each mortal when unaware;Yea, that strange mirror May catch his last thoughts, whole life foul or fair, Glassing it--where?
THE VOICE OF THINGS
Forty Augusts--aye, and several more--ago, When I paced the headlands loosed from dull employ, The waves huzza'd like a multitude below In the sway of an all-including joy Without cloy.