Soldier Poets; Songs Of The Fighting Men by Galloway KyleSoldier Poets; Songs Of The Fighting Men by Galloway Kyle

Soldier Poets; Songs Of The Fighting Men

byGalloway Kyle

Paperback | February 1, 2012

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1918. Excerpt: ... GILBERT WATERHOUSE Lieut., 2ND Essex The Casualty Clearing Station A BOWL of daffodils, A crimson-quilted bed, Sheets and pillows white as snow--White and gold and red--And sisters moving to and fro, With soft and silent tread. So all my spirit fills With pleasure infinite, And all the feathered wings of rest Seem flocking from the radiant West To bear me thro' the night. See, how they close me in, They, and the sisters' arms, One eye is closed, the other lid Is watching how my spirit slid Toward some red-roofed farms, And having crept beneath them, slept Secure from war's alarms. E. F. WILKINSON, M.C. Lieut., i/8th Battalion, West Yorks. (leeds Rifles) Dad o' Mine MIDSUMMER-DAY, and the mad world a-fighting, Fighting in holes, Dad o' Mine. Nature's old spells are no longer delighting Passion-filled souls, Dad o' Mine. Vainly the birds in the branches are singing, Vainly the sunshine its message is bringing, Over the green-clad earth stark hate is flinging Shadow for shine, Dad o' Mine, Shadow for shine. No one dare prophesy when comes an, end to it, End to the strife, Dad o' Mine. When we can take joy and once again bend to it What's left of life, Dad o' Mine. Yet for one day we'll let all slip behind us, So that your birthday, Dad, still may remind us How strong yet supple the bonds are that bind us Through shade and shine, Dad o' Mine, Through shade and shine. Leagues lie between us, but leagues cannot sever Links forged by Love, Dad o' Mine, Bonds of his binding are fast bound forever, Future will prove, Dad o' Mine. Your strength was mine since I first lisped your name, Dad, Your thoughts were my thoughts at lesson or game, Dad, In childhood's griefs, it was ever the same, Dad, Your hand round mine, Dad o' Mine, Your hand round mine. Strengthened by ...
Title:Soldier Poets; Songs Of The Fighting MenFormat:PaperbackDimensions:18 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.04 inPublished:February 1, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217874967

ISBN - 13:9780217874960