<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="" class="head">At the Base</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line">THINK not of me as facing Death,</p><p class="line">Tattered, labouring for breath;</p><p class="line">Rather think of one who strays</p><p class="line">Dreaming dreams by perfumed ways.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Soon I may die, ah, true, 'tis true.</p><p class="line">But look! the night is rich with blue</p><p class="line">Of peaceful skies, and soft the breeze</p><p class="line">Sings in the trembling poplar trees!</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">And slowly thro' the rustling grass</p><p class="line">O'er woodland glade, I, dreaming, pass;</p><p class="line">To-morrow? Death? Ah, what are these</p><p class="line">But passing childish phantasies!</p></div><p>France, <em>July</em>, 1917. </p></body></html> · Great War