Great Armies

Great armies do not guard

Great souls,

Barges will land with lard

On guarded moles.

Ships that have thought for freight

Laugh in the waves

That, uplashed, overrate

The depth of graves.

IT MINDS NOT

When joy points to a star,

Or needs the full of moon,

Then it has gone too far,

Will leave too soon.

But when beside the grate,

Or an enameled stove,