I listened to the chirping Of the first-awakened bird, And, his leather heels a-clicking, Some lad off to work I heard. Then my thoughts to sleep returning Wondered briefly, of us three, What brave paths the fates have destined For the bird, the lad and me. _THE WAR IN SPAIN_ The war in Spain is over Yet victory does not smile For all the lads are murdered Who might have laughed awhile. And those who march triumphant Are sadder than the dead Because their hearts are shadowed, Because their hands are red. The war in Spain is over, Yet other trumpets sound And call the world’s young manhood To another battleground. _IT RAINS TONIGHT_ It rains tonight and wolf-winds howl. His grave is not so deep, But that the mournful Heavens Upon his body weep; They wet the mound of spaded earth And through his coffin seep. It rains tonight and wolf-winds howl, And beaten hangs the tree, And comfortless in Death he lies Who comforted should be, The guy who lost And killed himself, And never spoke to me! _WHILE DRUMS ARE ROLLING_ Then you’ll go while drums are rolling, And you’ll charge and make the bluff That your heart is full of courage, And you’ll curse the vilest stuff. And you’ll see a lot of fellows That you’ve never seen before, And they may all be twenty Or one or two years more. And you’ll briefly talk together, But of what you will not know. There is so much that lads can say When off to war they go. And you’ll see a lot of fellows When the battle roar is done, Though all are dead upon the field And will not know it’s won. And the drums will roll on, rolling Till some bullet finds your heart, Then you’ll join the lads before you And you’ll never have to part. _APOLLO_ Beautiful pagan, possess me! Over thy body my fingers I race. Hot on thy cheeks are my kisses, Naked with thee in a lovers’ embrace. Passionate night, And the scents from the orchard Heavily here In thy temple retreat. Moonlight and marble, Where pillars and shadows Cast thee in twilight, Beautiful statue, Warm with the warmth Of my body Against thee, I quiver, I clasp thee And fall at thy feet! _FOUNTAIN OF LOVELINESS_ Fountain of loveliness, flowing Deep in a wildwood of aspen and pine, Swanlike forever upon thy calm surface I drift in my nakedness, white in the sun. O plunge me beneath, Where thy depths are the greenest, Cover my heart, And the secret it keeps! _HIGHWAY NUMBER 66_