Twenty

“And you shall find upon the beachThe traces of my dancing””

— Stella Benson

“Come home, come home, you million ghosts,The honest years shall make amends,The sun and moon shall be your hosts,The everlasting hills your friends.””

— Stella Benson

“My love, I see you through my tears.No pity in your face I see.I have sailed far across the years;Stretch out, stretch out your arms to me.””

— Stella Benson

“There pass the trav'lling dreams, and theseMy soul adores””

— Stella Benson

“The hoarse church-bells of London ring;The hoarser horns of London croak;The poor brown lives of London clingAbout the poor brown streets like smoke;The deep air stands above my roofLike water, to the floating stars.My friend and I - we sit aloof -We sit and smile, and bind our scars.””

— Stella Benson

“To-night the swinging stars shall plumbThe silence of the sky.””

— Stella Benson

“My soundless feet shall fly among the runnersThrough the red thunders of a Zeppelin raid,My still voice cheer the Anti-Aircraft gunners,The fires shall glare - but I shall cast no shade.””

— Stella Benson