Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл)

Parentage

Ah! no, not these!
These, who were childless, are not they who gave
So many dead unto the journeying wave,
The helpless nurselings of the cradling seas;
Not they who doomed by infallible decrees
Unnumbered man to the innumerable grave.

        But those who slay
Are fathers. Theirs are armies. Death is theirs—
The death of innocences and despairs;
The dying of the golden and the grey.
The sentence, when these speak it, has no Nay.
And she who slays is she who bears, who bears.

1. The Lover Urges the Better Thrift
2. To the Body
3. To Antiquity
4. The October Redbreast
5. Advent Meditation

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