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Title: The Death of the Scharnhorst, and Other Poems
Author: Arch Alfred McKillen
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*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE DEATH OF THE SCHARNHORST, AND OTHER POEMS ***
THE DEATH OF
THE
SCHARNHORST
AND OTHER POEMS
by
ARCH ALFRED McKILLEN
VANTAGE PRESS, Inc. NEW YORK
Copyright, 1952, by Arch Alfred McKillen
Manufactured in the United States of America
To
L.R.D., EM 1/c, U. S. Navy
Killed in action, Pearl Harbor, T. H.
December 7, 1941
The Chicago Sun has kindly granted permission to
reprint the poem “The Litany of Pearl Harbor,”
which it published on December 7, 1942, in
June Provines’ column
CONTENTS
THE BIRD, THE LAD AND ME
The sky was touched with tints of morn,
A wind was in the trees,
I lay in bed awakened
By the murmur of the leaves.
A wind was in the trees,
I lay in bed awakened
By the murmur of the leaves.
I listened to the chirping
Of the first-awakened bird,
And, his leather heels a-clicking,
Some lad off to work I heard.
Of the first-awakened bird,
And, his leather heels a-clicking,
Some lad off to work I heard.
Then my thoughts to sleep returning
Wondered briefly, of us three,
What brave paths the fates have destined
For the bird, the lad and me.
Wondered briefly, of us three,
What brave paths the fates have destined
For the bird, the lad and me.
THE WAR IN SPAIN
The war in Spain is over
Yet victory does not smile
For all the lads are murdered
Who might have laughed awhile.
Yet victory does not smile
For all the lads are murdered
Who might have laughed awhile.
And those who march triumphant
Are sadder than the dead
Because their hearts are shadowed,
Because their hands are red.
Are sadder than the dead
Because their hearts are shadowed,
Because their hands are red.
The war in Spain is over,
Yet other trumpets sound
And call the world’s young manhood
To another battleground.
Yet other trumpets sound
And call the world’s young manhood
To another battleground.
IT RAINS TONIGHT
It rains tonight and wolf-winds howl.
His grave is not so deep,
But that the mournful Heavens
Upon his body weep;
They wet the mound of spaded earth
And through his coffin seep.
His grave is not so deep,
But that the mournful Heavens
Upon his body weep;
They wet the mound of spaded earth
And through his coffin seep.
It rains tonight and wolf-winds howl,
And beaten hangs the tree,
And comfortless in Death he lies
Who comforted should be,
The guy who lost
And killed himself,
And never spoke to me!
And beaten hangs the tree,
And comfortless in Death he lies
Who comforted should be,
The guy who lost
And killed himself,
And never spoke to me!
WHILE DRUMS ARE ROLLING
Then you’ll go while drums are rolling,
And you’ll charge and make the bluff
That your heart is full of courage,
And you’ll curse the vilest stuff.
And you’ll charge and make the bluff
That your heart is full of courage,
And you’ll curse the vilest stuff.
And you’ll see a lot of fellows
That you’ve never seen before,
And they may all be twenty
Or one or two years more.
That you’ve never seen before,
And they may all be twenty
Or one or two years more.
And you’ll briefly talk together,
But of what you will not know.
There is so much that lads can say
When off to war they go.
But of what you will not know.
There is so much that lads can say
When off to war they go.
And you’ll see a lot of fellows
When the battle roar is done,
Though all are dead upon the field
And will not know it’s won.
When the battle roar is done,
Though all are dead upon the field
And will not know it’s won.
And the drums will roll on, rolling
Till some bullet finds your heart,
Then you’ll join the lads before you
And you’ll never have to part.
Till some bullet finds your heart,
Then you’ll join the lads before you
And you’ll never have to part.
APOLLO
Beautiful pagan, possess me!
Over thy body my fingers I race.
Hot on thy cheeks are my kisses,
Naked with thee in a lovers’ embrace.
Over thy body my fingers I race.
Hot on thy cheeks are my kisses,
Naked with thee in a lovers’ embrace.
Moonlight and marble,
Where pillars and shadows
Cast thee in twilight,
Where pillars and shadows
Cast thee in twilight,
Beautiful statue,
Warm with the warmth
Of my body
Against thee,
Warm with the warmth
Of my body
Against thee,
I quiver,
I clasp thee
And fall at thy feet!
I clasp thee
And fall at thy feet!
FOUNTAIN OF LOVELINESS
HIGHWAY NUMBER 66
We drove down the road
Like two bats out of Hell,
And before us the gates
At the rail crossing fell.
Like two bats out of Hell,
And before us the gates
At the rail crossing fell.
But we crashed through the splinters
And over the tracks,
And the train whistled madly
And screamed at our backs.
And over the tracks,
And the train whistled madly
And screamed at our backs.
And we rode on in silence
With never a word,
And only the wind
And the motor were heard.
With never a word,
And only the wind
And the motor were heard.
For a lad lay a-dying
That both of us knew,
And over the hills
To his bedside we flew.
That both of us knew,
And over the hills
To his bedside we flew.
He was dead when we got there,
And somehow I know
At that curve on the hill
With the valley below,
And somehow I know
At that curve on the hill
With the valley below,
DIRGE FOR THE SQUALUS
We did not raise a submarine
From the ocean’s fathomed bed,
But twenty-six brave sailor lads
And all of them were dead.
We left them not beneath the sea;
We brought them sadly home,
To dedicate anew to Death,
Who nevermore shall roam.
From the ocean’s fathomed bed,
But twenty-six brave sailor lads
And all of them were dead.
We left them not beneath the sea;
We brought them sadly home,
To dedicate anew to Death,
Who nevermore shall roam.
Then, trumpeter, be firm your lip,
What though the tears may fall,
For muffled drums in velvet beat
Beneath your trumpet’s call.
And there are hearts in other lads
That swell with sorrow, too.
It need not matter that those hearts
Are not in navy blue.
What though the tears may fall,
For muffled drums in velvet beat
Beneath your trumpet’s call.
And there are hearts in other lads
That swell with sorrow, too.
It need not matter that those hearts
Are not in navy blue.
And they who have escaped that tomb
Beneath the restless wave,
How deeply reverent they hold
The gift the dead men gave.
For twenty-six on them bestowed
The utmost they could give,
When twenty-six accepted death
That thirty-three might live.
Beneath the restless wave,
How deeply reverent they hold
The gift the dead men gave.
For twenty-six on them bestowed
The utmost they could give,
When twenty-six accepted death
That thirty-three might live.
The passage doorway dogged and tight,
On either side two groups of men.
In one compartment, mad with fright,
The thirty-three who’ll live again.
And on the other, maddened, too,
The water rising swiftly, high,
The twenty-six who looked and knew
They were the ones who had to die.
On either side two groups of men.
In one compartment, mad with fright,
The thirty-three who’ll live again.
And on the other, maddened, too,
The water rising swiftly, high,
The twenty-six who looked and knew
They were the ones who had to die.
Then let some fitting tribute stand
When we from here are fled,
The living consecrated
By the consecrated dead!
When we from here are fled,
The living consecrated
By the consecrated dead!
ECHO CANYON
We ride to Echo Canyon,
He rides with me tonight,
No moon above to guide us,
The stars alone are bright.
He rides with me tonight,
No moon above to guide us,
The stars alone are bright.
The wind is in the sagebrush;
Somewhere a coyote calls;
The studded sky is briefly lit
As a flaming starlet falls.
Somewhere a coyote calls;
The studded sky is briefly lit
As a flaming starlet falls.
We draw the rein together,
He trembles as I pass
To turn the horses free to graze
In the wild September grass.
He trembles as I pass
To turn the horses free to graze
In the wild September grass.
FRAGMENT
He wandered through the darkened streets of night,
His massive cape a-blown with every wind.
He passed the strumpets flirting near the lamps,
And bowed to one—the one most infamous.
Then down familiar avenues he strolled,
And met, as he was sure to meet them there,
The lads who knew these lanes where men were bold.
His massive cape a-blown with every wind.
He passed the strumpets flirting near the lamps,
And bowed to one—the one most infamous.
Then down familiar avenues he strolled,
And met, as he was sure to meet them there,
The lads who knew these lanes where men were bold.
How many a British soldier went to death
Beneath an Afric sun with some small gift,
A pocketknife inlaid with precious stones,
A case for cigarettes, or watch and chain,
Which had been given him by Oscar Wilde.
Beneath an Afric sun with some small gift,
A pocketknife inlaid with precious stones,
A case for cigarettes, or watch and chain,
Which had been given him by Oscar Wilde.
WE HANG UPON A SCAFFOLD
We hang upon a scaffold, lad,
The skeleton within
Is all the horror of the world,
Of virtue and of sin.
The skeleton within
Is all the horror of the world,
Of virtue and of sin.
For he who knows no word of love,
Nor has his heart’s desire,
Must hang the same and die the same
As he who walks in fire.
Nor has his heart’s desire,
Must hang the same and die the same
As he who walks in fire.
I LOOKED INTO YOUR EYES
I looked into your eyes and saw,
Or thought I saw, your love.
I tried to hide my own from you;
Not ever spoken of.
Or thought I saw, your love.
I tried to hide my own from you;
Not ever spoken of.
Yet, there was something I could feel
Electrify the air
When both of us were quite alone
And no one else was there.
Electrify the air
When both of us were quite alone
And no one else was there.
And when at last I spoke my love,
And wanting yours for me,
I looked into your eyes and knew
Such love was not to be.
And wanting yours for me,
I looked into your eyes and knew
Such love was not to be.
OF THIS GREAT VOICELESS LOVE
Of this great voiceless love of mine for you
There is no word to your heart out of mine
That may go winging through the whispering night.
There is no word to your heart out of mine
That may go winging through the whispering night.
I WOULD HAVE BROUGHT YOU FIRE
I would have brought you fire for those nights
When you were cold and lonely and in doubt.
I would have brought you laughter for your tears
And given you new dreams to dream about.
When you were cold and lonely and in doubt.
I would have brought you laughter for your tears
And given you new dreams to dream about.
But look away, your eyes are much too bright,
And sorrow has lent beauty to your face,
And should I cast aside this cloak of years
And live forever after in disgrace—
It is an old temptation sprung anew,
Yet must not be.
Ah, look at me and you shall see
I am, my love, as miserable as you!
And sorrow has lent beauty to your face,
And should I cast aside this cloak of years
And live forever after in disgrace—
It is an old temptation sprung anew,
Yet must not be.
Ah, look at me and you shall see
I am, my love, as miserable as you!
TOO MUCH OF LIFE
Too much of life we spend alone,
Too many thoughts are ours to share,
Too little love we call our own
Though multitudes of men are there.
Too many thoughts are ours to share,
Too little love we call our own
Though multitudes of men are there.
We’re strangers undetermined of
Where madness rules the lives of men,
Where he who dares design of love
Lives not to dare the deed again.
Where madness rules the lives of men,
Where he who dares design of love
Lives not to dare the deed again.
LONE CELLO
Too much is incomplete. Let’s make an end
Of all the fond impossible dreams we’ve dreamed,
And when we part,
We were not meant to be
Too closely here companioned where the thorn
Of our red love transfixes joy’s brief crown.
The roses wither, time itself decays,
And log-lit embers fall to ashes when
The memory of the flame no longer glows.
Of all the fond impossible dreams we’ve dreamed,
And when we part,
We were not meant to be
Too closely here companioned where the thorn
Of our red love transfixes joy’s brief crown.
The roses wither, time itself decays,
And log-lit embers fall to ashes when
The memory of the flame no longer glows.
We rode to Echo Canyon and your smile
Ran naked through the chambers of my heart.
Now lonely cellos must out parting sing
As when some cool green afternoon lets fall
From one high branch a few wind-weary leaves.
We grow too old too suddenly. Farewell!
Ran naked through the chambers of my heart.
Now lonely cellos must out parting sing
As when some cool green afternoon lets fall
From one high branch a few wind-weary leaves.
We grow too old too suddenly. Farewell!
APOCALYPSE
These are the seeds of the future,
The weary, the wretched, the slain.
These are the ghosts we shall harvest
In wars that shall come again.
The weary, the wretched, the slain.
These are the ghosts we shall harvest
In wars that shall come again.
These are the fields we have furrowed,
The dreams that have fallen apart,
And this is the plow of our madness,
The fear that has entered the heart.
The dreams that have fallen apart,
And this is the plow of our madness,
The fear that has entered the heart.
Oh, how shall we welcome the reaper
When autumn shall fill the air,
When all the hope of the springtime
Is cut with the edge of despair?
When autumn shall fill the air,
When all the hope of the springtime
Is cut with the edge of despair?
THE OLD SEA WALL
Oh, you who go hurrying, worrying by
With never a cry or a call,
Saw you a lad who was standing here
On the crest of the old sea wall?
With never a cry or a call,
Saw you a lad who was standing here
On the crest of the old sea wall?
I saw him last night in the twilight
As the long low breakers rolled,
And across the bay in the chapel
An evening bell was tolled.
As the long low breakers rolled,
And across the bay in the chapel
An evening bell was tolled.
And we looked at each other a moment
And then from each other we turned,
But I read in his eyes of a longing
That a merciless world had spurned.
And then from each other we turned,
But I read in his eyes of a longing
That a merciless world had spurned.
Oh, have you no answer to make me,
All you who go hastening past,
And though I am late will none tell me
Where he was standing last?
All you who go hastening past,
And though I am late will none tell me
Where he was standing last?
Like a whisper I hear from the sea wall,
Where the waters are troubled below,
A murmur of wavelets complaining,
And the fate of the lad I know.
Where the waters are troubled below,
A murmur of wavelets complaining,
And the fate of the lad I know.
Spin onward, old world, to your ending.
The hearts that you break and condemn
Will someday rise madly against you,
Reversing your judgment of them.
The hearts that you break and condemn
Will someday rise madly against you,
Reversing your judgment of them.
THE MIDNIGHT HORSEMAN
Ten thousand trees in the forest stood
And watched me as I passed,
Ten thousand trees that did not breathe
The wind that rode as fast,
Ten thousand leaves on every tree
Immovably aghast!
And watched me as I passed,
Ten thousand trees that did not breathe
The wind that rode as fast,
Ten thousand leaves on every tree
Immovably aghast!
The road in the light of the moon was white,
The sky overhead was gray,
With a kind of a washed, half-tone effect
That took the night away,
Yet to right and left like the cloak of death
The deepest darkness lay.
The sky overhead was gray,
With a kind of a washed, half-tone effect
That took the night away,
Yet to right and left like the cloak of death
The deepest darkness lay.
The steed’s quick breath his hooves beat out
And silvered all the air,
On, on we sped like a thing of dread;
We were a ghostly pair.
We passed the somber stricken wood;
We found no shelter there.
And silvered all the air,
On, on we sped like a thing of dread;
We were a ghostly pair.
We passed the somber stricken wood;
We found no shelter there.
I might have stayed and made pretense
That I was like the rest,
And laughed and drunk and sung their songs
As loudly as the best,
And never have given an answer to,
Not recognized my quest.
That I was like the rest,
And laughed and drunk and sung their songs
As loudly as the best,
And never have given an answer to,
Not recognized my quest.
Farewell, and onward! Piteous flight
That leaves all friends behind,
That hastes from old familiar scenes
Where love was young and kind.
Oh, petrified Sylvania,
Where shall I others find?
That leaves all friends behind,
That hastes from old familiar scenes
Where love was young and kind.
Oh, petrified Sylvania,
Where shall I others find?
LONELY HEART
Where do you wander far and afield,
Lonely heart? Lonely heart, where is your shield?
Lonely heart? Lonely heart, where is your shield?
Where are your rings and where is your purse?
Love is expensive. It’s cheaper to curse.
Love is expensive. It’s cheaper to curse.
Where are your garments? Look at your shoes.
Laughter or sorrow, which did you choose?
Laughter or sorrow, which did you choose?
Walking the streets, nights that are cold,
Men who are wretched, men who are bold.
Men who are wretched, men who are bold.
Rooms in the shadows, Love me tonight,
Love me and leave me before it grows bright.
Love me and leave me before it grows bright.
Into the quicksand, hungry and dark,
Into the grotto, into the park,
Into the depths of the tomb, it is said,
Lovers have cast themselves, living and dead.
Into the grotto, into the park,
Into the depths of the tomb, it is said,
Lovers have cast themselves, living and dead.
Lonely heart, lonely heart, walking alone,
Friendless and frantic, and turning to stone!
Friendless and frantic, and turning to stone!