First World War Poetry Digital Archive



Love have I known, and dawn and gold of day-time, And winds and songs and all the joys that are Known once, and as a child that tires with play-time, Leaped from them to the elemental dust of War.

I have seen blood and death, but all has ending, And even Horror is but made to cease; I am sickened with Love that lives only for lending, And all the loathsome pettiness of peace.

Give me, God of Battles, a field of death, A Hill of Fire, a strong man's agony...

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