The Great War

from Retrogression and Other Poems: Electronic Edition

Art's Riddle

Go to, I also would her skein unravel.

Art is not Nature warped in man's control.

But Nature's reminiscences of travel

Across an artist's soul.

Or 'tis a tidal river, that, each day.

Ebbing and flowing under cliff and tree,

With mutual and eternal interplay

Takes and gives back the sea.