<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">The Moor</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line">The world's gone forward to its latest fair</p><p class="line">And dropt an old man done with by the way,</p><p class="line">To sit alone among the bats and stare</p><p class="line">At miles and miles and miles of moorland bare</p><p class="line">Lit only with last shreds of dying day</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Not all the world, not all the world's gone by:</p><p class="line">Old man, you're like to meet one traveller still,</p><p class="line">A journeyman well kenned for courtesy</p><p class="line">To all that walk at odds with life and limb;</p><p class="line">If this be he now riding up the hill</p><p class="line">Maybe he'll stop and take you up with him. . . .</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">"But thou art Death?" "Of Heavenly Seraphim</p><p class="line">None else to seek thee out and bid thee come."</p><p class="line">" I only care that thou art come from Him,</p><p class="line">Unbody me -- I'm tired -- and get me home."</p></div></body></html> · Great War