The Great War

from War: an Ode And Other Poems, an electronic edition

"Her Soul"

Her soul is vague and shallow--

A thin uncertain stream

That trickles o'er the fallow,

Dim deserts of a dream.

It knows nor nock nor mountain,

Nor cataract nor pool;

It bubbles from a fountain,

And loiters calm and cool.

It ripples not nor revels,

But lisps its lazy tunes,

Along the dusty levels,

Around the sandy dunes.

Across the plains of dreaming

I watch it twist and run--

A thread of silver gleaming

In a Sahara sun.