<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">The Journey</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line">I <span class="smallcaps">went</span> upon a journey</p><p class="line">To countries far away,</p><p class="line">From province unto province</p><p class="line">To pass my holiday.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">And when I came to Serbia,</p><p class="line">In a quiet little town</p><p class="line">At an inn with a flower-filled garden</p><p class="line">With a soldier I sat down.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Now he lies dead at Belgrade.</p><p class="line">You heard the cannon roar!</p><p class="line">It boomed from Rome to Stockholm,</p><p class="line">It pealed to the far west shore.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">And when I came to Russia,</p><p class="line">A man with flowing hair</p><p class="line">Called me his friend and showed me</p><p class="line">A flowing river there.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Now he lies dead at Lemberg,</p><p class="line">Beside another stream,</p><p class="line">In his dark eyes extinguished</p><p class="line">The friendship of his dream.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">And then I crossed two countries</p><p class="line">Whose names on my lips are sealed...</p><p class="line">Not yet had they flung their challenge</p><p class="line">Nor led upon the field</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Sons who lie dead at Liège,</p><p class="line">Dead by the Russian lance,</p><p class="line">Dead in southern mountains,</p><p class="line">Dead through the farms of France.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">I stopped in the land of Louvain,</p><p class="line">So tranquil, happy, then.</p><p class="line">I lived with a good old woman,</p><p class="line">With her sons and her grandchildren.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Now they lie dead at Louvain,</p><p class="line">Those simple kindly folk.</p><p class="line">Some heard, some fled. It must be</p><p class="line">Some slept, for they never woke.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">I came to France. I was thirsty.</p><p class="line">I sat me down to dine.</p><p class="line">The host and his young wife served me</p><p class="line">With bread and fruit and wine.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Now he lies dead at Cambrai --</p><p class="line">He was sent among the first.</p><p class="line">In dreams she sees him dying</p><p class="line">Of wounds, of heat, of thirst.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">At last I passed to Dover</p><p class="line">And saw upon the shore</p><p class="line">A tall young English captain</p><p class="line">And soldiers, many more.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Now they lie dead at Dixmude,</p><p class="line">The brave, the strong, the young!</p><p class="line">I turn unto my homeland,</p><p class="line">All my journey sung!</p></div><p class="byline">Grace Fallow Norton</p></body></html> · Great War