But still the stars above the camp shine on, Giving no answer for our sorrow’s ease, And one more day with the Last Post has gone Dying upon the breeze. ÉTAPLES, _1918_. THE ASPIRANT (A PLEA) BECAUSE I dare to stand outside the gate Of that high temple wherein Fame abides, And loudly knock, too eager to await Whate’er betides, May God forgive, since He alone can see The joys that others have but I must miss, For how shall Compensation come to me If not through this? _Printed by Hazell, Watson & Viney, Ld., London and Aylesbury._ End of Project Gutenberg's Verses of a V.A.D., by Vera Mary Brittain