They have given us into the hand of new unhappy lords,
Lords without anger and honour, who dare not carry their swords.
They fight us by shuffling papers; they have bright dead alien eyes;
And they look at our labour and laughter as a tired man looks at flies.
And the load of their loveless pity is worse than the ancient wrongs,
Their doors are shut in the evening; And they know no songs.


'The Secret People' (1915)


They have given us into the hand of new unhappy lords, Lords without anger and honour, who dare not carry their swords. They fight us by shuffling...

They have given us into the hand of new unhappy lords, Lords without anger and honour, who dare not carry their swords. They fight us by shuffling...

They have given us into the hand of new unhappy lords, Lords without anger and honour, who dare not carry their swords. They fight us by shuffling...

They have given us into the hand of new unhappy lords, Lords without anger and honour, who dare not carry their swords. They fight us by shuffling...