PRAISE 49 WINTER BEAUTY 50 SONG OF PAIN AND BEAUTY 52 SPRING. ROUEN, MAY 1917 53 JUNE--TO--COME 57 “HARK, HARK, THE LARK” 59 SONG AT MORNING 60 TREES 61 REQUIEM 62 REQUIEM 63 REQUIEM 64 SONNETS 1917: 1. FOR ENGLAND 65 2. PAIN 66 3. SERVITUDE 67 4. HOME-SICKNESS 68 5. ENGLAND THE MOTHER 69 SEVERN AND SOMME TO CERTAIN COMRADES (E. S. AND J. H.) LIVING we loved you, yet withheld our praises Before your faces; And though we had your spirits high in honour, After the English manner We said no word. Yet, as such comrades would, You understood. Such friendship is not touched by Death’s disaster, But stands the faster; And all the shocks and trials of time cannot Shake it one jot. Beside the fire at night some far December, We shall remember And tell men, unbegotten as yet, the story Of your sad glory-- Of your plain strength, your truth of heart, your splendid Coolness, all ended! All ended, ... yet the aching hearts of lovers Joy overcovers, Glad in their sorrow; hoping that if they must Come to the dust, An ending such as yours may be their portion, And great good fortune-- That if we may not live to serve in peace England, watching increase-- Then death with you, honoured, and swift, and high; And so--not die. =IN TRENCHES, _July_ 1916=. THE FIRE KINDLED GOD, that I might see Framilode once again! Redmarley, all renewed, Clear shining after rain. And Cranham, Cranham trees, And blaze of Autumn hues. Portway under the moon, Silvered with freezing dews. May Hill that Gloster dwellers ’Gainst every sunset see; And the wide Severn river Homing again to the sea. The star of afterglow, Venus, on western hills; Dymock in spring: O spring Of home! O daffodils! And Malvern’s matchless huge Bastions of ancient fires-- These will not let me rest, So hot my heart desires....