The Great War

from War, The Liberator and Other Pieces, an electronic edition


BECAUSE I have made light of death

And mocked at wounds and pain,

The doom is laid on me to die--

Like the humble men in days gone by--

That angered me to hear them cry

For pity to me in vain.

I shall not go out suddenly

As many a man has done.

But I shall lie as those men lay--

Longing for death the whole long day--

Praying, as I heard those men pray,

And none shall heed me, none.

The fierce waves will go surging on

Before they tend to me.

Oh, God of battles I pray you send

No word of pity--no help, no friend,

That if my spirit break at the end

None may be there to see.