To Lucasta On Going To The Wars Br---For The Fourth Time
TO LUCASTA ON GOING TO THE WARS---FOR THE FOURTH TIME by ROBERT GRAVES
It doesn't matter what's the cause, What wrong they say we're righting, A curse for treaties, bonds and laws, When we're to do the fighting! And since we lads are proud and true, What else remains to do? Lucasta, when to France your man Returns his fourth time, hating war, Yet laughs as calmly as he can And flings an oath, but says no more, That is not courage, that's not fear--- Lucasta he's a Fusilier, And his pride sends him here.
Let statesmen bluster, bark and bray And so decide who started This bloody war, and who's to pay But he must be stout-hearted, Must sit and stake with quiet breath, Playing at cards with Death. Don't plume yourself he fights for you; It is no courage, love, or hate That lets us do the things we do; It's pride that makes the heart so great; It is not anger, no, nor fear--- Lucasta he's a Fusilier, And his pride keeps him here.
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|Author||Graves, Robert (1895-1985)|
|Title||To Lucasta On Going To The Wars Br---For The Fourth Time|
|Item Date||(1995, 1997, 1999)|
|Copyright||The Robert Graves Copyright Trust|
|First line||It doesn't matter what's the cause,|
|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|