General Editor: Marc R. Plamondon
I1Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knife us ...
2Wearied we keep awake because the night is silent ...
3Low drooping flares confuse our memory of the salient ...
4Worried by silence, sentries whisper, curious, nervous,
5 But nothing happens.
6Watching, we hear the mad gusts tugging on the wire.
7Like twitching agonies of men among its brambles.
8Northward incessantly, the flickering gunnery rumbles,
9Far off, like a dull rumour of some other war.
10 What are we doing here?
11The poignant misery of dawn begins to grow ...
12We only know war lasts, rain soaks, and clouds sag stormy.
13Dawn massing in the east her melancholy army
14Attacks once more in ranks on shivering ranks of gray,
15 But nothing happens.
16Sudden successive flights of bullets streak the silence.
17Less deadly than the air that shudders black with snow,
18With sidelong flowing flakes that flock, pause and renew,
19We watch them wandering up and down the wind's nonchalance,
20 But nothing happens.
II21Pale flakes with lingering stealth come feeling for our faces--
22We cringe in holes, back on forgotten dreams, and stare, snow-dazed,
23Deep into grassier ditches. So we drowse, sun-dozed,
24Littered with blossoms trickling where the blackbird fusses.
25 Is it that we are dying?
26Slowly our ghosts drag home: glimpsing the sunk fires glozed
27With crusted dark-red jewels; crickets jingle there;
28For hours the innocent mice rejoice: the house is theirs;
29Shutters and doors all closed: on us the doors are closed--
30 We turn back to our dying.
31Since we believe not otherwise can kind fires burn;
32Now ever suns smile true on child, or field, or fruit.
33For God's invincible spring our love is made afraid;
34Therefore, not loath, we lie out here; therefore were born,
35 For love of God seems dying.
36To-night, His frost will fasten on this mud and us,
37Shrivelling many hands and puckering foreheads crisp.
38The burying-party, picks and shovels in their shaking grasp,
39Pause over half-known faces. All their eyes are ice,
40 But nothing happens.