The Great War

from A Calendar of Verse, an electronic edition

The Recruit

Through all the anguish of those days

The haunting horror and the woe,

One thing can set my heart ablaze,

My memory aglow.

It is his look just as he turned

After the last goodbye was said.

A look as though for him there burned

A beacon light ahead.

As though he saw what we see not

Past this dark world's horizon rim.

A faith, a hope, by us uncaught,

That swung to range for him.

As though his spirit winged had flown

Past stormy seas, on some far quest.

And, like a bird, had found its own

Hid in a quiet nest.