The Great War

from Great Poems of the World War, an electronic edition


IT'S Spring at home; I know the signs--

The buds are bursting on the vines,

The birds speed high with happier wings,

I lie heart of youth is glad, and sings.

It's Spring in France; I know the signs--

The massed reserves behind the lines;

The heart of youth burgeons once more

To manhood, and resurgent war!