H. J. HOPE(CHRIST CHURCH)
H. J. HOPE(CHRIST CHURCH)
H. J. HOPE(CHRIST CHURCH)
Allnight we prowled the stricken No Man's Land,And the high stars looked down dispassionate.I wondered if they could but understandThat we poor grovelling things were fighters yet.Fighters, O God! Begrimed, intent to kill,But starting at all the secret noises near.We'd sent our hearts to sleep; but mind and willFought the cold duel with children's night-born fear.The haunted silence quenched the stir of fight,The tainted wind no word of courage spoke.We turned at last: sudden the grass dew-whiteSmelt as it does at home: my heart awoke.God sent one bird to sing: the old sun cameAnd lit the Eastern skies with orange flame.
Allnight we prowled the stricken No Man's Land,And the high stars looked down dispassionate.I wondered if they could but understandThat we poor grovelling things were fighters yet.Fighters, O God! Begrimed, intent to kill,But starting at all the secret noises near.We'd sent our hearts to sleep; but mind and willFought the cold duel with children's night-born fear.The haunted silence quenched the stir of fight,The tainted wind no word of courage spoke.We turned at last: sudden the grass dew-whiteSmelt as it does at home: my heart awoke.God sent one bird to sing: the old sun cameAnd lit the Eastern skies with orange flame.
Allnight we prowled the stricken No Man's Land,And the high stars looked down dispassionate.I wondered if they could but understandThat we poor grovelling things were fighters yet.Fighters, O God! Begrimed, intent to kill,But starting at all the secret noises near.We'd sent our hearts to sleep; but mind and willFought the cold duel with children's night-born fear.The haunted silence quenched the stir of fight,The tainted wind no word of courage spoke.We turned at last: sudden the grass dew-whiteSmelt as it does at home: my heart awoke.God sent one bird to sing: the old sun cameAnd lit the Eastern skies with orange flame.
Allnight we prowled the stricken No Man's Land,
And the high stars looked down dispassionate.
I wondered if they could but understand
That we poor grovelling things were fighters yet.
Fighters, O God! Begrimed, intent to kill,
But starting at all the secret noises near.
We'd sent our hearts to sleep; but mind and will
Fought the cold duel with children's night-born fear.
The haunted silence quenched the stir of fight,
The tainted wind no word of courage spoke.
We turned at last: sudden the grass dew-white
Smelt as it does at home: my heart awoke.
God sent one bird to sing: the old sun came
And lit the Eastern skies with orange flame.
Theold monk down by the sea-beach listening,Thought that the waves were singing a song,And the wheeling gulls in the sea-spray glisteningWheeled with the music that bore them along.Day after day by the sea-beach dreaming,The old monk heard what the sea-song told,And he set the tale in the great book gleamingWith beautiful colours and letters of gold.But one word only he set to flame there,And naught of the tale but that golden word,And sadly said all the men that came thereThat none could know what the old monk heard.
Theold monk down by the sea-beach listening,Thought that the waves were singing a song,And the wheeling gulls in the sea-spray glisteningWheeled with the music that bore them along.Day after day by the sea-beach dreaming,The old monk heard what the sea-song told,And he set the tale in the great book gleamingWith beautiful colours and letters of gold.But one word only he set to flame there,And naught of the tale but that golden word,And sadly said all the men that came thereThat none could know what the old monk heard.
Theold monk down by the sea-beach listening,Thought that the waves were singing a song,And the wheeling gulls in the sea-spray glisteningWheeled with the music that bore them along.
Theold monk down by the sea-beach listening,
Thought that the waves were singing a song,
And the wheeling gulls in the sea-spray glistening
Wheeled with the music that bore them along.
Day after day by the sea-beach dreaming,The old monk heard what the sea-song told,And he set the tale in the great book gleamingWith beautiful colours and letters of gold.
Day after day by the sea-beach dreaming,
The old monk heard what the sea-song told,
And he set the tale in the great book gleaming
With beautiful colours and letters of gold.
But one word only he set to flame there,And naught of the tale but that golden word,And sadly said all the men that came thereThat none could know what the old monk heard.
But one word only he set to flame there,
And naught of the tale but that golden word,
And sadly said all the men that came there
That none could know what the old monk heard.
Theearth beneath this awful snowNo feet have ever trod,These icy peaks could never knowThe smile of any God.And as I watch I know againCruel tales I dare not tell,Of legions of forsaken menWho freeze in Dante's hell.
Theearth beneath this awful snowNo feet have ever trod,These icy peaks could never knowThe smile of any God.And as I watch I know againCruel tales I dare not tell,Of legions of forsaken menWho freeze in Dante's hell.
Theearth beneath this awful snowNo feet have ever trod,These icy peaks could never knowThe smile of any God.And as I watch I know againCruel tales I dare not tell,Of legions of forsaken menWho freeze in Dante's hell.
Theearth beneath this awful snow
No feet have ever trod,
These icy peaks could never know
The smile of any God.
And as I watch I know again
Cruel tales I dare not tell,
Of legions of forsaken men
Who freeze in Dante's hell.