White flabbiness goes brown and lean, …
Robert Graves
The hunter to the husbandman …
Down, wanton, down! Have you no shame …
“Come, surly fellow, come! A song! …
I. – THE FIRST FUNERAL …
A page, a huntsman and a priest of God …
It wasn't our battalion, but we lay alongside it, …
Now I begin to know at last, …
Are you shaken, are you stirred …
My familiar ghost again …
The great sun sinks behind the town …
And have we done with War at last? …
Lady, lovely lady, …