The Great War

from More Songs By the Fighting Men, an electronic edition

To a Warship

PROUD monster, swung in the bosom of the prouder deep,

I hear thy song, that hustles down the corridors of Time;

Is doom exultant in its strains—or is it peace?

Cast forth thy iron soul upon the seas—and break

This cruel Inquisition of To-day.

What wilt thou sing? What story wilt thou tell?

Where dwells thy fate—in Heaven or in Hell?

B.E.F., France, August 16, 1917.