Georgian Poetry 1916-17 - Edited by Sir Edward Howard Marsh by Various
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Faces cheerful, full of whimsical mirth,
Lined by the wind, burned by the sun; Bodies enraptured by the abounding earth, As whose children we are brethren: one. And any moment may descend hot death To shatter limbs! pulp, tear, blast Beloved soldiers who love rough life and breath Not less for dying faithful to the last. O the fading eyes, the grimed face turned bony, Oped mouth gushing, fallen head, Lessening pressure of a hand shrunk, clammed, and stony! O sudden spasm, release of the dead! Was there love once? I have forgotten her. Was there grief once? grief yet is mine. O loved, living, dying, heroic soldier, All, all, my joy, my grief, my love, are thine! THE PHILOSOPHER'S ORATION (From 'A Faun's Holiday') Meanwhile, though nations in distress Cower at a comet's loveliness |
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