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The Morning Paper

Carnage!

Humanity disgraced!

Time's dearest toil effaced!

Poison gases and flame

Putting Nero to shame!

Bayonet, bomb and shell!

Merry reading for hell!

The wickedness! the waste!

Katharine Lee Bates

The End Of May

THE fragrant air is full of down,

Of floating, fleecy things

From some forgotten fairy town

Where all the folk wear wings.

Or else the snowflakes, soft arrayed

In dainty suits of lace,

Have ventured back in masquerade,

Spring's festival to grace.

Katharine Lee Bates

The Horses

"Thus far 80,000 horses have been shipped from the United States to the European belligerents."

WHAT was our share in the sinning,

That we must share the doom?

Sweet was our life's beginning

In the spicy meadow-bloom,

With children's hands to pet us

And kindly tones to call.

To-day the red spurs fret us

Katharine Lee Bates

Marching Feet

THESE August nights, hushed but for drowsy peep

Of fledglings, tremble with a strange vibration,

A sound too far for hearing, sullen, dire,

Shaking the earth.

Even within the swaying veils of sleep

We are haunted by a horror, a mistrust,

A muffled perturbation,

Vaguely aware

Katharine Lee Bates

To My Country

O dear my Country, beautiful and dear,

Love cloth not darken sight.

God looketh through Love's eyes, whose vision clear

Beholds more flaws than keenest Hate hath known.

Nor is Love's judgment gentle, but austere;

The heart of Love must break ere it condone

One stain upon the white.

There comes an hour when on the parent turns

Katharine Lee Bates

Pigeon Post

White wing, white wing,

Lily of the air,

What word dost bring,

On whose errand fare?

Red word, red word,

Snowy plumes abhor.

I, Christ's own bird,

Do the work of war.

Katharine Lee Bates

The Perfect Day

GOD made a day of blue and gold,

Sweet as a violet,

As merry as a marigold;

It may be shining yet

In some blest vale, some dreamy dell

Among the heavenly hills,

Where here and there the asphodel

Is flecked by daffodils

Katharine Lee Bates

Starlight At Sea

OVER the murmurous choral of dim waves

The constellations glow against the soft

Ethereal dusk, —forever fair, aloft,

Serene, while man climbs painfully from caves

To cities, clamorous cities, life that raves

Like surf against the rocks. It is not oft

Our cities glimpse the stars, their luster scoffed

Away by low, hard glitter that outbraves

Katharine Lee Bates

The Cry

MULTITUDINOUS the cry beating on the smokeveiled sky.

Since the first war-wrath burst on immortal Belgium,

— Roar of cannon, shriek of shells, toll of earthward-crashing bells,

Thunder of the bomb exploding, careless where its tortures come.

Under all, the dreadful moan of the battlefield, far-strown

With those cleft bodies left like a wreck of broken spars.

Oh, the Raphaels, Davids lost in that welter!

Oh, life's cost,

Katharine Lee Bates

To Our President

HOPE of the Nations, lift thy stricken heart.

Thyself art Sorrow, and to thee the cry

Of battle-anguish comes more piercingly

Than even in those months of sneer and smart,

When thou so steadfastly didst bear thy part,

True Champion of Peace. And now, when high

The war-storm rages, when horne's darlings die

By mangled thousands, lift thy stricken heart

Katharine Lee Bates

Wild Europe

WILD Europe, red with Woden's dreadful dew,

On fire with Loki's hate, more savage than

Beasts that we shame by likening to man,

Was it toward this the toiling centuries grew?

Was it for this the Reign of Love began

In that young heretic, that gracious Jew,

Whose race His followers flout the ages through?

Is Time at last a mere comedian,

Katharine Lee Bates

The Falmouth Bell

Never was there lovelier town

Than our Falmouth by the sea.

Tender curves of sky look down

On her grace of knoll and lea.

Sweet her nestled Mayflower blows

Ere from prouder haunts the spring

Yet has brushed the lingering snows

With a violet-colored wing.

Katharine Lee Bates