it "naval victory."

U-boat, U-boat, as you grope
With your half-blind periscope,
Lo, your hateful trail we mark,
Send you to your kin, the shark!

KITCHENER

No man in England slept, the night he died:
The harsh, stern spirit passed without a pang,
And freed of mortal clogs his message rang.
In every wakeful mind the challenge cried:
_Think not of me: one servant less or more
Means nothing now: hold fast the greater thing--
Strike hard, love truth, serve England and the King!_

Servant of England, soldier to the core,
What does it matter where his body fall?
What does it matter where they build the tomb?
Five million men, from Calais to Khartoum,
These are his wreath and his memorial.

MARCH 1915

_Pussy willow, pussy willow
Do you bloom in Belgium now?_

Tiny furry little catkins
Where the Meuse runs green and clear,
Do the children run to pick you
In this springtime of the year?
Do they stroke you and caress you
Kiss the silky balls of fur,
Take you to the priest to bless you
And pretend to hear you purr?
Do their small hot fingers wilt you?
(Sweethearts, you remember how--)

_Pussy willow, pussy willow,
Do you bloom in Belgium now?_

DEAD SHIPS

We are not sudden haters; but by dint
Of many horrors all our hearts are quick.
We are not ready writers, with the trick
Of rhyming just to see our words in print.
Nor are we fast forgetters: there remain
Bitter and shameful in our memory
Old murders that made horrible the sea
And tinged clean water with a red, red stain.
_Titanic_: she went down for love of speed;
The _Eastland_--curse her!--just for dirty greed;
But there are ships whose names are yet more rank.
The years have passed, but still our hearts are sick
To think of the cool cruelty that sank
The _Lusitania_ and the _Arabic_.

ENGLAND, JULY 1913

To Rupert Brooke

O England, England ... that July
How placidly the days went by!

Two years ago (how long it seems)
In that dear England of my dreams
I loved and smoked and laughed amain
And rode to Cambridge in the rain.
A careless godlike life was there!
To spin the roads with _Shotover_,
To dream while punting on the Cam,
To lie, and never give a damn
For anything but c