The cymbals crash, And the dancers walk, With long white stockings And arms of chalk, Butterfly skirts, And white breasts bare, And shadows of dead men Watching ’em there. Shadows…

We came upon him sitting in the sun Blinded by war, and left. And past the fence There came young soldiers from the Hand and Flower, Asking advice of his…

In the last letter that I had from France You thanked me for the silver Easter egg Which I had hidden in the box of apples You like to munch…

And you, Helen, what should I give you? So many things I would give you Had I an infinite great store Offered me and I stood before To choose. I…

Perhaps some day the sun will shine again, And I shall see that still the skies are blue, And feel once more I do not live in vain, Although bereft…

The Captain paused at the Dug-out door; In his breathless way, he observed, “Oh, Lor’,” What a Pearl of a Girl, you chaps; my word, I’d buy her a quart…

Six of us lay in a Dugout At ease with our limbs astretch, And worshipped a feminine picture Cut from a week-old ‘Sketch’. We gazed at her silken stockings, We…

What passing bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons. No mockeries…

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began…

Sombre the night is. And though we have our lives, we know What sinister threat lurks there. Dragging these anguished limbs, we only know This poison-blasted track opens on our…

We lay and ate the sweet hurt-berries In the bracken of Hurt Wood. Like a quire of singers singing low The dark pines stood. Behind us climbed the Surrey Hills,…