Now neath the cool stars
I know thee more.
Here where the world wars
By the winding shore.
Here by the whirling shell
I know thee most;
Here where a thousand fell
On a battered coast.
Strong mid the battle-smoke
I hold more dear
Those soft words you spoke
To a foolish ear.
Dead, where the hill dips
I lie more wise,
Dreaming of red lips,
And crying eyes.
