In Me The Tiger Sniffs The Rose.

I Didn't Want To Die - Not Before I'd Finished Reading The Return Of The Native Anyhow.

In The Years 1910 And 1911 I Had 51 Innings With 10 Not Outs And An Average Of 19. This I Consider A Creditable Record For A Poet.

I Am Making This Statement As An Act Of Wilful Defiance Of Military Authority, Because I Believe That The War Is Being Deliberately Prolonged By Those Who Have The Power To End It. I Am A Soldier, Convinced That I Am Acting On Behalf Of Soldiers. I Believe That This War, On Which I Entered As A War Of Defence And Liberation, Has Now Become A War Of Aggression And Conquest.

In Me The Tiger Sniffs The Rose.

Oh Yes, I Know The Way To Heaven Was Easy. We Found The Little Kingdom Of Our Passion That All Can Share Who Walk The Road Of Lovers. In Wild And Secret Happiness We Stumbled; And Gods And Demons Clamoured In Our Senses.