The Morning Before The Battle
THE MORNING BEFORE THE BATTLE by ROBERT GRAVES
To-day, the fight: my end is very soon, And sealed the warrant limiting my hours: I knew it walking yesterday at noon Down a deserted garden full of flowers. ...Carelessly sang, pinned roses on my breast, Reached for a cherry-bunch---and then, then, Death Blew through the garden from the North and East And blighted every beauty with chill breath.
I looked, and ah, my wraith before me stood, His head all battered in by violent blows: The fruit between my lips to clotted blood Was transubstantiate, and the pale rose Smelt sickly, till it seemed through a swift tear-flood That dead men blossomed in the garden-close.
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|Author||Graves, Robert (1895-1985)|
|Title||The Morning Before The Battle|
|Item Date||(1995, 1997, 1999)|
|Copyright||The Robert Graves Copyright Trust|
|First line||To-day, the fight: my end is very soon,|
|Publication source||Robert Graves Complete Poems: Volumes 1 - 3|
|Publication editor||Graves, Beryl and Ward, Dunstan|
|Digital repository||The First World War Poetry Digital Archive|