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The starshells float above, the bayonets glisten	373
The summer meads are fair with daisy-snow	179
The thorns were blooming red and white	218
The visions of the soul, more strange than dreams	152
The ward is strangely hushed to-day	365
The wind had blown away the rain	340
The wireless tells and the cable tells	70
The world hath its own dead; great motions start	388
They dug no grave for our soldier lad, who fought and died out there	390
They had hot scent across the spumy sea	327
They had so much to lose; their radiant laughter	127
They left the fury of the fight	393
They say the blue king jays have flown	161
They shall come back through Heaven's bars	401
They stand with reverent faces	397
This is my faith, and my mind's heritage	145
This is the ballad of Langemarck	62
This will I do when we have peace again	257
Those who have stood for thy cause when the dark was around thee	82
Thou art the world's desired, the golden fleece	105
Though we, a happy few	383
Thou little voice! Thou happy sprite	280
Three hundred thousand men, but not enough	121
Through the great doors, where Paris flowed incessant	172
Through what dark pass to what place in the sun	182
'Tis midnight, and above the hollow trench	300
To-day the sun shines bright	284
To-night I drifted to the restaurant	233
Tossed like a falcon from the hunter's wrist	349
To the judge of Right and Wrong	92
Tower of Ypres that watchest, gravely smiling	178
Troops to our England true	45
'Twas in the piping time of peace	168
Under our curtain of fire	362
Unflinching hero, watchful to forsee	384
Upon his will he binds a radiant chain	312
War laid bugle to his lips, blew one blast—and then	181
Was there love once? I have forgotten her	264
We are here in a wood of little beaches	269
We are the guns, and your masters! Saw ye our flashes?	295