HOMESICK
Inthe winter when the snow fellAnd this France was bleak and white,And the days turned—oh so quicklyTo the cold and cheerless night,I was homesick.When the rains came, ceasing never,And the earth was all a mire,And we tried to crowd the gloom outWith our puny fagot fire,I was homesick.Now it’s summer and the poppiesAre a-flaming on the hill—It is France in all her gloryAnd the larks are singing, stillI am homesick.Allerey, France,May, 1919.
Inthe winter when the snow fellAnd this France was bleak and white,And the days turned—oh so quicklyTo the cold and cheerless night,I was homesick.When the rains came, ceasing never,And the earth was all a mire,And we tried to crowd the gloom outWith our puny fagot fire,I was homesick.Now it’s summer and the poppiesAre a-flaming on the hill—It is France in all her gloryAnd the larks are singing, stillI am homesick.Allerey, France,May, 1919.
Inthe winter when the snow fellAnd this France was bleak and white,And the days turned—oh so quicklyTo the cold and cheerless night,I was homesick.
When the rains came, ceasing never,And the earth was all a mire,And we tried to crowd the gloom outWith our puny fagot fire,I was homesick.
Now it’s summer and the poppiesAre a-flaming on the hill—It is France in all her gloryAnd the larks are singing, stillI am homesick.
Allerey, France,May, 1919.
Transcriber’s Notes:The cover image was created by the transcriber, and is in the public domain.The illustrations have been moved so that they do not break up stanzas and so that they are next to the text they illustrate.Typographical errors have been silently corrected.
Transcriber’s Notes:
The cover image was created by the transcriber, and is in the public domain.
The illustrations have been moved so that they do not break up stanzas and so that they are next to the text they illustrate.
Typographical errors have been silently corrected.