<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">War's Cataract, 1915</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line">In this red havoc of the patient earth,</p><p class="line">Though higher yet the tide of battle rise,</p><p class="line">Now has the hero cast away disguise,</p><p class="line">And out of the ruin splendor comes to birth.</p><p class="line">This is the field where Death and Honour meet,</p><p class="line">And all the lesser company are low :</p><p class="line">Pale Loveliness has left her mirror now,</p><p class="line">And walks the Court of Pain with silent feet.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">From cliff to cliff War's cataract goes down,</p><p class="line">Hurling its booming waters to the shock,</p><p class="line">And tossing high their manes of gleaming spray</p><p class="line">The crested chargers leap from rock to rock,</p><p class="line">While over all, dark though the thunder frown,</p><p class="line">The rainbows climb above to meet the day.</p></div></body></html> · Great War