The Great War

from Lest We Forget, an electronic edition

The War-Shadow.


Last year I called this world of gaingivings

The darkest thinkable, and questioned sadly

If my own land could heave its pulse less gladly,

So charged it seemed with circumstance that brings

The tragedy of things.


Yet at that censured time no heart was rent

Or feature blanched of parent, wife, or daughter

By hourly blazoned sheets of listed slaughter;

Death waited Nature's wont; Peace smiled unshent

From Ind to Occident.