<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">Edenhunger</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line">O THAT a nest, my mate! were once more ours,</p><p class="line">Where we, by vain and barren change un-</p><p class="line">tortured,</p><p class="line">Could have grave friendships with wise trees</p><p class="line">and flowers,</p><p class="line">And live the great, green life of field and</p><p class="line">orchard!</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">From the cold birthday of the daffodils,</p><p class="line">Ev'n to that listening pause that is November,</p><p class="line">O to confide in woods, confer with hills,</p><p class="line">And then—then, to that palmland you</p><p class="line">remember,</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Fly swift, where seas that brook not Winter's</p><p class="line">rule</p><p class="line">Are one vast violet breaking into lilies</p><p class="line">There where we spent our first strange wedded</p><p class="line">Yule,</p><p class="line">In the far, golden, fire-hearted Antilles.</p></div></body></html> · Great War