Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: THE CHRISTMAS RAID LONDON The night is cold, The curving moon hangs low, She rocks her babe, And sings the song of Peace, Of Peace on earth, For it is Christmastide. A whistle sounds, Another down the street, A cannon fires, Again, again, Faster, faster, Above a war-plane throbs, Louder, louder, Nearer, nearer, Sudden, the house leaps back, A great noise splits the world, A blinding light, The affrighted house—shakes—stands. Then all is still, And very dark. The babe lies dead, Killed even in the encircling mother's arms. While up above, Between the glistening stars, The angels sing, Sing on in spite of war, Peace, peace on earth, To men of gentle will. , CANDLES Tall they stand, the candles, Tall and thin and very white, Each one with its quiet flame, Small, bright and very sharp, In the enormous gloom, The enclosed infinity of Notre Dame. The candles burn, Burn to God, for the repose of the souls Of the splendid dead. About the altar, The altar where rests the spirit of God, Are the flags; The battle flags, Red, white and blue, Orange, green or deepest black, Crosses, stripes or shining stars, Flags and symbols of us all. There are the flags, The terrible flags, Hanging so still, so very still, In the enveloped space Of the high, uplifted nave. Steadily burn the candles, Slowly, calmly, brightly burn, Flaming upward toward God, Asking for peace for the souls Of the warrior dead, Who gave their lives that love might always live.WESTWARD High are the white clouds, High piled up are the aqueous hills, Into the clear sky, Into the clean sky, Into the blue, blue sky of home. ON A LINE OF SAPPHO My soul is shaken, Torn apart by Eros, Eros the terrible, ...