<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">To Shakespeare, 1916</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line"><span class="smallcaps">With</span> what white wrath must turn thy bones,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">What stern amazement flame thy dust,</p><p class="line">To feel so near this England's heart</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">The outrage of the assassin's thrust.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">But surely, too, thou art consoled, --</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Who knewest thy stalwart breed so well, --</p><p class="line">To see us rise from sloth and go,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Plain and unbragging, through this hell.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">And surely, too, thou art assured!</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Hark how that grim and gathering beat</p><p class="line">Draws upwards from the ends of earth --</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">The tramp, tramp of thy kindred's feet!</p></div><p class="byline">-- Charles G. D. Roberts.</p></body></html> · Great War