The Great War

from Retrogression and Other Poems: Electronic Edition


O LET me leave the plains behind,

And let me leave the vales below!

Into the highlands of the mind,

Into the mountains let me go.

My Keats, my Spenser, loved I well;

Gardens and statued lawns were these;

Yet not for ever could I dwell

In arbours and in pleasances.

Here are the heights, crest beyond crest.

With Himalayan dews impearled,

And I will watch from Everest

The long heave of the surging world.