Let My Soul, A Shining Tree, Silver

In The Years 1910 And 1911 I Had 51 Innings With 10 Not Outs And An Average Of 19. This I Consider A Creditable Record For A Poet.

And There'd Be No More Jokes In Music-halls To Mock The Riddled Corpses Round Bapaume.

The Song Was Wordless; The Singing Will Never Be Done.

Soldiers Are Citizens Of Death's Grey Land, Drawing No Dividend From Time's Tomorrows.

I Am Not Protesting Against The Conduct Of The War, But Against The Political Errors And Insincerities For Which The Fighting Men Are Being Sacrificed.