<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">The Sign</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line"><span class="smallcaps">We</span> are here in a wood of little beeches:</p><p class="line">And the leaves are like black lace</p><p class="line">Against a sky of nacre.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">One bough of clear promise</p><p class="line">Across the moon.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">It is in this wise that God speaketh unto me.</p><p class="line">He layeth hands of healing upon my flesh,</p><p class="line">Stilling it in an eternal peace,</p><p class="line">Until my soul reaches out myriad and infinite hands</p><p class="line">Toward him,</p><p class="line">And is eased of its hunger.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">And I know that this passes:</p><p class="line">This implacable fury and torment of men,</p><p class="line">As a thing insensate and vain:</p><p class="line">And the stillness hath said unto me,</p><p class="line">Over the tumult of sounds and shaken flame,</p><p class="line">Out of the terrible beauty of wrath,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:%">I alone am eternal.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">One bough of clear promise</p><p class="line">Across the moon.</p></div><p class="byline">Frederic Manning</p></body></html> · Great War