The Great War

from A Treasury of War Poetry, an electronic edition

Spring in War-Time

I feel the spring far off, far off,

The faint, far scent of bud and leaf --

Oh, how can spring take heart to come

To a world in grief,

Deep grief?

The sun turns north, the days grow long,

Later the evening star grows bright --

How can the daylight linger on

For men to fight,

Still fight?

The grass is waking in the ground,

Soon it will rise and blow in waves --

How can it have the heart to sway

Over the graves,

New graves?

Under the boughs where lovers walked

The apple-blooms will shed their breath --

But what of all the lovers now

Parted by Death,

Grey Death?