“I’m sorry I done it, Major.” We bandaged the livid face; And led him out, ere the wan sun rose, To die…

When I turned about in the small Dug-out My glance on the Picture tarried. So I hied me away from the fair…

Down on the boulevards the crowds went by, The shouting and the singing died away, And in the quiet we rose to…

We came upon him sitting in the sun Blinded by war, and left. And past the fence There came young soldiers from…

In the last letter that I had from France You thanked me for the silver Easter egg Which I had hidden in…

And you, Helen, what should I give you? So many things I would give you Had I an infinite great store Offered…

Perhaps some day the sun will shine again, And I shall see that still the skies are blue, And feel once more…

The Captain paused at the Dug-out door; In his breathless way, he observed, “Oh, Lor’,” What a Pearl of a Girl, you…

Six of us lay in a Dugout At ease with our limbs astretch, And worshipped a feminine picture Cut from a week-old…

What passing bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle…

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned…

Sombre the night is. And though we have our lives, we know What sinister threat lurks there. Dragging these anguished limbs, we…