Richard Aldington

“ The grass is covered with torn leaves.
God of gardens, dear small god of gardens,
Grant me faint glow of sunlight,
A last bird hopping in the quiet haze,
Then let the night swoop swiftly,
Fold round and crush out life
For ever. ”

“ For life, for a little life.
Lord, you know not her or love
If you let death take me,
I will speak outright:
No God, no nation, no cause,
No life of any man, no person,
Nothing created or living,
Do I love as I love her. ”