The Great War

from War Daubs: Poems, an electronic edition

A Troilet

Weak and faltering, drifting by,

I pray Thee, Lord, take Thou the helm ;

No captain of my soul am I,

Weak and faltering, drifting by !

I do not ask Thee, Whither ? Why ?

Nor urge for tearless, peaceful realm ;

Weak and faltering, drifting by,

I pray Thee, Lord, take Thou the helm !