Being a World War I era collection of the work of a fine poet. The war is reflected at the end by a section of patriotic and war poems. Otherwise, the poems are typically Hardy; the dead speak, Heaven is silent, perhaps empty, and the living are haunted by foibles and misdeeds from their past. There is lighter, even happy, fare on offer as well, so the melancholy effect is not total. The book is enjoyable throughout. ( )