The Glory of the Trenches
Book Description
Each night we panted till the runners came, Bearing your letters through the battle-smoke, Their path lay up Death Valley spouting flame, A cross the ridge where the Hun sanger spoke In bursting shells and cataracts of pain ;T hen down the road where no one goes by day, And so into the tortured, pock-marked plain Where dead men clasp their wounds and point the way. Here gas lurks treacherously and...
MoreEach night we panted till the runners came, Bearing your letters through the battle-smoke, Their path lay up Death Valley spouting flame, A cross the ridge where the Hun sanger spoke In bursting shells and cataracts of pain ;T hen down the road where no one goes by day, And so into the tortured, pock-marked plain Where dead men clasp their wounds and point the way. Here gas lurks treacherously and the wire Of old defences tangles up the feet ;F aces and hands strain upward through the mire. Speaking the anguish of the Hun sretreat. Sometimes no letters came ;the evening hate Dragged on till dawn. The ridge in flying spray Of hissing shrapnel told the runners fate ;W eknew we should not hear from you that day From you who from the trenches of the mind Hurl back despair, smiling with sobbing breath, Writing your souls on paper to be kind. That you for us may take the sting from death.
(Typographical errors above are due to OCR software and don't occur in the book.)
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