Page:The Muse in Arms, Osborn (ed), 1917.djvu/127

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UNDYING DAYS
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Thousands who never have seen the sea, or the great grey steel-clad forms,
Or the lithe black shapes of the smaller craft, or the scud of the North Sea storms,
Will talk of armour and shells and guns, and the battle by Horn Reef light,
And of sunken ships and of brave deeds done in the hours of a short May night.
No song and no dance!—but they've lost the fear
Of losing their maids and their baccy and beer.