The Great War

from The Poems of Robert W. Sterling, an electronic edition

Lines Written in the Trenches

I

AH! Hate like this would freeze our human tears,

And stab the morning star:

Not it, not it commands and mourns and bears

The storm and bitter glory of red war.

II

To J. H. S. M., killed in action, March 13, 1915.

O BROTHER, I have sung no dirge for thee:

Nor for all time to come

Can song reveal my grief's infinity:

The menace of thy silence made me dumb.