The Great War

from Songs & Sonnets for England in War Time, an electronic edition


We passed the days in the sun's eye,

The clouds that poised on high

Ringed round about with luxury of light

For our delight,

And her white oil of gladness the moon shed

On the untrampled ocean bed;

No admonition there, nor fear

Fell on the drowsy ear

Louder than thunder rolled along the breeze

From surfless seas.

The sun is dark as sackcloth and the seven

Seals open: see the fourth part of the earth

Shaken with a mighty wind, untimely power

Unto one sitting on a pale horse given

To tame with blood and bitterness and dearth,

And waste Peace from the world; and up in Heaven

Was silence for the space of half an hour.

Westminster Gazette, August 6, 1914