The Great War

from Poems of the Great War, an electronic edition

When They Have Made an End

When they have made an end

Of their importunate crying over you

"God speed," and "God defend,"

And time is swift and there is nought to do

But match with wilder hope our wild despair;

When there is quiet, bend

Your lips to mine, and in the darkness there

Wish me good courage, friend.