The Great War

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

Lines Written in the Trenches


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.


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.