<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">Written on Service In Egypt <a class="footnote" href="#cunliffe002n1" name="cunliffe002n1-link" xmlns:html="http://www.w3.org/TR/REC-html40">1</a></h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line"><span class="smallcaps">Behind</span> us in vermilion state</p><p class="line">The sun fell to the rustling sea,</p><p class="line">The grey-green twilight came and went,</p><p class="line">And night involved my friend and me.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Now Egypt donned her fairest robes</p><p class="line">Of glimmering moonshine cool and clear:</p><p class="line">No more we talked, and silently</p><p class="line">Made o'er the waste to Abu Qir.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">For, with the twilight, twilight dreams</p><p class="line">Had come and borne our souls away,</p><p class="line">Though still our bodies onward fared</p><p class="line">Toward the palm-trees and the bay.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">And my companion now, I think,</p><p class="line">With brother-artists once again</p><p class="line">Was painting in the atelier,</p><p class="line">Or down some dear Parisian lane</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Was seeking with a motley throng</p><p class="line">That well-remembered brasserie,</p><p class="line">And Trilby, hanging on his arm,</p><p class="line">Was laughing at him merrily.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">But I, ah, where was I? Afar</p><p class="line">I'd flown to that enchanted shore,</p><p class="line">Where o'er white-flashing waves the wind</p><p class="line">From Donegal to Mullaghmore</p><p class="line">Comes gallivanting bold and free --</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">God grant again I there may be,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">At Mullaghmore, with Rosalind.</p></div></body></html> · Great War