<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">The War-Shadow.</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="subhead">I.</p><p class="line"><span class="smallcaps">Last</span> year I called this world of gaingivings</p><p class="line">The darkest thinkable, and questioned sadly</p><p class="line">If my own land could heave its pulse less gladly,</p><p class="line">So charged it seemed with circumstance that brings</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:8%">The tragedy of things.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="subhead">II.</p><p class="line">Yet at that censured time no heart was rent</p><p class="line">Or feature blanched of parent, wife, or daughter</p><p class="line">By hourly blazoned sheets of listed slaughter;</p><p class="line">Death waited Nature's wont; Peace smiled unshent</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:8%">From Ind to Occident.</p></div><p class="byline">THOMAS HARDY.<br xmlns:exist="http://exist.sourceforge.net/NS/exist" xmlns:html="http://www.w3.org/TR/REC-html40"/></p></body></html> · Great War