The Great War

from More Songs By the Fighting Men, an electronic edition

Knowledge

TALK not to me of knowledge, I would fain

Wander along life's dewy marge again.

Plucking the flowers a-drip with morning rain.

Within a drop of dew is sphered the world;

All mystery within a rose lies furled;

Tempests within a murmuring shell up-curled.

I sought for knowledge, and the shell is shattered.

I sought for knowledge, and the things that mattered—

The rose leaves and the dew—abroad are scattered,

Talk not to me of knowledge; she would tear

The lily-chalice and let out the rare

Communion wine that God has gathered there.