<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">Music in a Dug Out</h1><div class="tanza"><p class="line">THE hour is drowsed with things of sleep</p><p class="line">That round my tottering senses creep</p><p class="line">Like subtle wandering scents, so rare</p><p class="line">They might ensweeten fairies' hair;</p><p class="line">And I am walking in a glade</p><p class="line">With gold and green and purple made</p><p class="line">Unearthly beautiful:</p><p class="line">And, oh, the air is very cool!</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">I see green lawns between the trees,</p><p class="line">And cows and sheep upon the leas,</p><p class="line">And, in the distance, hills;</p><p class="line">And at my feet cool, mossy rills</p><p class="line">Empurpled with the wavering shade</p><p class="line">Of trees and bushes in the glade ;</p><p class="line">And ever I rejoice</p><p class="line">And ever sings a voice.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">I see--but, sudden the singing ceases,</p><p class="line">Splintering my dream in pieces--</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">I see, in waving candle light</p><p class="line">That cowers and flickers in a draft,</p><p class="line">A low-roofed den--a hole of night--</p><p class="line">That leaks to heaven by creaky shaft;</p><p class="line">A table (where the candle stands</p><p class="line">In bottle streaked with frozen strands</p><p class="line">Of tallow drippings), strewn with tins</p><p class="line">And cans, just tiny refuse bins</p><p class="line">With smelling slops of tea and jam</p><p class="line">And twisted greasy bits of ham ;</p><p class="line">And belts hung round the dingy walls</p><p class="line">Like horses' harness in their stalls ;</p><p class="line">And in the corner gloom, alone--</p><p class="line">A dusty, silent gramophone !</p></div></body></html> · Great War