Because we are going from our wont… To be task—ridden by one shatterin… And terror hides in all our laughi… That had no will to die, no thirst… Hear our last word. In Hell we se…

She triumphs, in the vivid green Where sun and quivering foliage me… And in each soldier’s heart serene… When death stood near them they ha… The radiant forests where her feet

I heard the farm cocks crowing, lo… When hooded night was going and on… I heard shrill notes begin down th… When cloudy shoals were chinked an… White—misted was the weald; the la…

Hullo! here’s my platoon, the lot… ‘The war’ll be over soon.’ ‘What ’opes?’ ‘No bloody fear!’ Then, ‘Number Seven, ’shun! All…

Because the night was falling warm… Upon a golden day at April’s end, I thought; I will go up the hill… To find the face of him that I ha… And speak with him before his ghos…

When I’m among a blaze of lights, With tawdry music and cigars And women dawdling through delight… And officers in cocktail bars, Sometimes I think of garden night…

Down in the hollow there’s the who… Camped in four groups: through twi… I hear a sound of mouth—organs, il… And murmur of voices, gruff, confu… Crouched among thistle—tufts I’ve…

Dim, gradual thinning of the shape… Shudders to drizzling daybreak tha… Disconsolate men who stamp their s… And turn dulled, sunken faces to t… Haggard and hopeless. They, who h…

Here I’m sitting in the gloom Of my quiet attic room. France goes rolling all around, Fledged with forest May has crown… And I puff my pipe, calm—hearted,

You’ve heard me, scornful, harsh,… Mocking and loathing War: you’ve… Of my old, silly sweetness I’ve r… My ecstasies changed to an ugly cr… You are aware that once I sought…

Tossed on the glittering air they… Whose voices make the emptiness of… A windy palace. Quavering from th… Of dawn, and bold with song at edg… They clutch their leafy pinnacles…

Squire nagged and bullied till I… (Under Lord Derby’s Scheme). I d… (They called it Passchendaele). M… And I was hobbling back; and then… Burst slick upon the duck—boards:…

I’d heard fool—heroes brag of wher… With stories of the glories that t… But you, good simple soldier, seas… In woods and posts and crater—line… Who dodge remembered ‘crumps’ with…