A HISSING Stove whose pale blue flame

Boils peeled potatoes pillaged without shame

The night before from captured village where

The Germans were, not long ago ; a chair,

A wooden table ; and in glimmerings shed

By one small candle's light, a wooden bed

Or two, mattressed with small heaps of straw

Or shreds of wood ; and round about where paw

Of reckless conquerors has been,—-wild strewn,--

A sty of food and tins and drink, all thrown

Down in picturesque disorder. Then,

Along low wood-walled passages the den,

Our German Dug-Out--leaks into the sky

By stair-cased rough-shod shafts steep and high.