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 Yet their graves are scattered and their names are clean forgotten,

Earth shall not remember, but the Waiting Angel knows

Them that died at Uitvlugt when the plague was on the city—

Her that fell at Simon's Town in service on our foes.

Wherefore we they ransomed, while the breath is in our nostrils,

Now and not hereafter—ere the meaner years go by—

Praise with love and worship many honourable women,

Those that gave their lives for us when we were like to die!



THE VAMPIRE

1897

FOOL there was and he made his prayer

(Even as you and I!)

To a rag and a bone and a hank of hair

(We called her the woman who did not care)

But the fool he called her his lady fair—

(Even as you and I!)

Oh, the years we waste and the tears we waste

And the work of our head and hand

Belong to the woman who did not know

(And now we know that she never could know)

And did not understand!

A fool there was and his goods he spent

(Even as you and I!)

Honour and faith and a sure intent

(And it wasn't the least what the lady meant)

But a fool must follow his natural bent

(Even as you and I!)

