Back to Rest
W. N. Hodgson
  • Killed at the Battle of the Somme, on the 1st of July 1916
  • Written in September 1915

  • A leaping wind from England
  • The skies without a stain,
  • Clean cut against the morning
  • Slim poplars after rain,
  • The foolish noise of sparrows
  • And starlings in a wood -
  • After the grime of battle
  • We know that these are good.
  • Death whining down from Heaven,
  • Death roaring from the ground,
  • Death stinking in the nostril,
  • Death shrill in every sound,
  • Doubting we charged and conquered -
  • Hopeless we struck and stood.
  • Now when the fight is ended
  • We know that it was good.
  • Click to return to our Poets' corner
  • We that have seen the strongest
  • Cry like a beaten child,
  • The sanest eyes unholy,
  • The cleanest hands defiled,
  • We that have known the heart blood
  • Less than the lees of wine,
  • We that have seen men broken,
  • We know man is divine.