To F. C. In Memoriam Palestine, '19

        Do you remember one immortal
        Lost moment out of time and space,
        What time we thought, who passed the portal
        Of that divine disastrous place
        Where Life was slain and Truth was slandered
        On that one holier hill than Rome,
        How far abroad our bodies wandered
        That evening when our souls came home?

        The mystic city many-gated,
        With monstrous columns, was your own:
        Herodian stones fell down and waited
        Two thousand years to be your throne.
        In the grey rocks the burning blossom
        Glowed terrible as the sacred blood:
        It was no stranger to your bosom
        Than bluebells of an English wood.

        Do you remember a road that follows
        The way of unforgotten feet,
        Where from the waste of rocks and hollows
        Climb up the crawling crooked street
        The stages of one towering drama
        Always ahead and out of sight ...
        Do you remember Aceldama
        And the jackal barking in the night?

        Life is not void or stuff for scorners:
        We have laughed loud and kept our love,
        We have heard singers in tavern corners
        And not forgotten the birds above:
        We have known smiters and sons of thunder
        And not unworthily walked with them,
        We have grown wiser and lost not wonder;
        And we have seen Jerusalem.