When all the world is free, And, cleansed and purified by floods of pain We turn, and see the light in human eyes; When the last echo of War’s thunder dies; Lord, let us pause again In silent memory. Gallipoli, _October, 1915_. FALLEN The days shall darken and sink down to Night, And Night shall break in the bleak dawn of Day: The years shall dim his face, our fleeting sight Shall see his splendid image fade away Beyond the knowledge of our drifting thought Which moves in circles to the source again, Beyond dark seas with shivering stars inwrought Beyond war-burdened men in stricken pain. I searched in rage and passionate despair Down winding paths of thought, and comradeless In the full surge and tumult where he died I turned; and saw my Brother standing there. His face was like a dawning happiness-- I saw wounds in his hands, his feet, his side. Gallipoli, _October, 1915_. THE TURKISH TRENCH DOG Night held me as I crawled and scrambled near The Turkish lines. Above, the mocking stars Silvered the curving parapet, and clear Cloud-latticed beams o’erflecked the land with bars I, crouching, lay between Tense-listening armies peering through the night, Twin giants bound by tentacles unseen. Here in dim-shadowed light I saw him, as a sudden movement turned His eyes towards me, glowing eyes that burned A moment ere his snuffling muzzle found My trail; and then as serpents mesmerise He chained me with those unrelenting eyes, That muscle-sliding rhythm, knit and bound In spare-limbed symmetry, those perfect jaws And soft-approaching pitter-patter paws. Nearer and nearer like a wolf he crept-- That moment had my swift revolver leapt-- But terror seized me, terror born of shame Brought flooding revelation. For he came As one who offers comradeship deserved, An open ally of the human race, And sniffing at my prostrate form unnerved He licked my face! THE SENTINEL _An Episode at the Evacuation of Gallipoli._