Launce's revisited
Poems of 1912-13-
The Going
Your Last Drive
The Walk
Rain on a Grace
"I found her out there"
Without Ceremony
Lament
The Haunter
The Voice
His Visitor
A Circular
A Dream or No
After a Journey
A Death-ray recalled
Beeny Cliff
At Castle Boterel
Places
The Phantom Horsewoman
Miscellaneous Pieces
The Wistful Lady
The Woman in the Rye
The Cheval-Glass
The Re-enactment
Her Secret
"She charged me"
The Newcomer's Wife
A Conversation at Dawn
A King's Soliloquy
The Coronation
Aquae Sulis
Seventy-four and Twenty
The Elopement
"I rose up as my custom is"
A Week
Had you wept
Bereft, she thinks she dreams
In the British Museum
In the Servants' Quarters
The Obliterate Tomb
"Regret not me"
The Recalcitrants
Starlings on the Roof
The Moon looks in
The Sweet Hussy
The Telegram
The Moth-signal
Seen by the Waits
The Two Soldiers
The Death of Regret
In the Days of Crinoline
The Roman Gravemounds
The Workbox
The Sacrilege
The Abbey Mason
The Jubilee of a Magazine
The Satin Shoes
Exeunt Omnes
A Poet
Postscript
"Men who march away"
IN FRONT OF THE LANDSCAPE
Plunging and labouring on in a tide of visions,
Dolorous and dear,
Forward I pushed my way as amid waste waters
Stretching around,
Through whose eddies there glimmered the customed landscape
Yonder and near,
Blotted to feeble mist.
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