In an Austrian Hospital

HERE in this Austrian town I lie upon my bed And watch the snow come floating down Out of a sky of lead. The crucifix upon the wall Its silent figure bears. I hear a clatter in the hall, A murmur on the stairs, And now the smiling nun is come. “Grüss Gott,” she says … Continue reading In an Austrian Hospital


Let No Man Say

LET no man say that I am nearly done for. My head is bowed but not unduly bloody, And though my trousers are a trifle muddy, Mud, after all, is what the tweed was spun for. I have an ounce of gold; what is a ton for? The gem-encrusted Gaekwar on his gadi, The swart … Continue reading Let No Man Say