The old happiness is unreturning. Boy's griefs are not so grievous as youth's yearning. Boys have no sadness sadder than our hope.
Never fear: Thank Home, and Poetry, and the Force behind both.
I, too, saw God through mud
Above all I am not concerned with Poetry. My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity.
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
The war affects me less than it ought. But I can do no service to anybody by agitating for news or making dole over the slaughter.