All through that day of battle the broken sound
Of shattering Maxim fore made mad the wood;
So that the low trees shuddered where they stood,
And echoes bellowed in the bush around:
But when, at last, the light of day was drowned,
That madness ceased…Ah, God, but it was good!
There in the reek of iodine and blood,
I flung me down upon the thorny ground.
So quiet was it, I might well have been lying
In a room I love, where the ivy cluster shakes
Its dew upon the lattice panes at even:
Where rusty ivory scatters from the dying
Jessamine blossom, and the musk-rose breaks
Her dusky bloom beneath a summer heaven.
(Francis Brett Young)
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