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POEMS OF THE GREAT WAR
��^YRITTEN ON SERVICE IN EGYPT ^
Behind us in vermilion state
The sun fell to the rustling sea,
The grey-green twilight came and went,
And night involved my friend and me.
Now Eg>T)t donned her fairest robes Of glimmering moonshine cool and clear : No more we talked, and silently Made o'er the waste to Abu Qir.
For, with the twilight, twilight dreams Had come and borne our souls away, Though still our bodies onward fared Toward the palm-trees and the bay.
And my companion now, I think. With brother-artists once again Was painting in the atelier, Or down some dear Parisian lane
'Wlicn last heard from, the author, who is a British officer, was on service at Khartoum.
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