But I've grown thoughtful now. And you have lost Your early-morning freshness of surprise At being so utterly mine: you've learned to fear The gloomy, stricken places in my soul, And the occasional ghosts that haunt my gaze.

I am a soldier, convinced that I am acting on behalf of soldiers.

The song was wordless; The singing will never be done.

In me the tiger sniffs the rose.

But I've grown thoughtful now. And you have lost Your early-morning freshness of surprise At being so utterly mine: you've learned to fear The gloomy, stricken places in my soul, And the occasional ghosts that haunt my gaze.

Man, it seemed, had been created to jab the life out of Germans.

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.