John McCrae

Anarchy I saw a city filled with lust and shame, A Song Of Comfort "Sleep, weary ones, while ye may -- Disarmament One spake amid the nations, "Let us cease Equality I saw a King, who spent his life to weave Eventide The day is past and the toilers cease; In Due Season If night should come and find me at my toil, In Flanders Field In Flanders fields the poppies blow Isandlwana Scarlet coats, and crash o' the band, Mine Host There stands a hostel by a travelled way; Penance My lover died a century ago, Quebec Of old, like Helen, guerdon of the strong -- Recompense I saw two sowers in Life's field at morn, Slumber Songs I The Anxious Dead O guns, fall silent till the dead men hear The Captain Here all the day she swings from tide to tide, The Dead Master Amid earth's vagrant noises, he caught the note sublime: The Dying Of Pere Pierre ". . . with two other priests; the same night he died, The Harvest Of The Sea The earth grows white with harvest; all day long The Hope Of My Heart "Delicta juventutis et ignorantius ejus, quoesumus ne memineris, Domine." Then And Now Beneath her window in the fragrant night The Night Cometh Cometh the night. The wind falls low, The Oldest Drama "It fell on a day, that he went out to his father to the reapers. The Pilgrims An uphill path, sun-gleams between the showers, The Shadow Of The Cross At the drowsy dusk when the shadows creep The Song Of The Derelict Ye have sung me your songs, ye have chanted your rimes The Unconquered Dead ". . . defeated, with great loss." The Warrior He wrought in poverty, the dull grey days, Unsolved Amid my books I lived the hurrying years, Upon Watts' Picture Sic Transit "What I spent I had; what I saved, I lost; what I gave, I have."