More Songs by the Fighting Men
In Bitterness
TAKE Thou this box,
O Heart's Desire,
In it lies Thy ring
And more, my heart, bleeding;
Take out Thy ring,
O Heart's Desire,
And, laughing, toss the box
Into the fire!
France, July, 1917.
DUDLEY H. HARRIS
Cadet, Tank Corps
Left Alone
LEFT alone among the dying!
All around are moaning, sighing,
Or are cursing, sobbing, crying
In Death's crushing, hushing hand.
We are torn upon the wire,
We are scorched and burnt with fire,
Or lie choking in the mire
Of the star-lit "No Man's Land."
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