The children playAt hide and seekAbout the monumentTo Speke.And why should the deadExplorer mindWho has nothing to seekAnd nothing to find?
"Speke", from Kensington Gardens (London: Ernest Benn,  1927) p. 50.
Listen! The wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves, We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!Humbert Wolfe
Space is a wind that does not blowOn Betelgeuse and time – oh time – is a bird,Whose wings have never stirredThe golden avenues of leavesOn Betelgeuse.Humbert Wolfe
You cannot hopeto bribe or twist,thank God! theBritish journalist.But, seeing whatthe man will dounbribed, there'sno occasion to.Humbert Wolfe