MESOPOTAMIA

1917

HEY shall not return to us, the resolute, the young,

TH

The eager and whole-hearted whom we gave: But the men who left them thriftily to die in their own dung,

Shall they come with years and honour to the grave?

They shall not return to us, the strong men coldly slain In sight of help denied from day to day:

But the men who edged their agonies and chid them in their pain,

Are they too strong and wise to put away?

Our dead shall not return to us while Day and Night divide

Never while the bars of sunset hold:

But the idle-minded overlings who quibbled while they

died,

Shall they thrust for high employments as of old?

MESOPOTAMIA

Shall we only threaten and be angry for an hour?
When the storm is ended shall we find

How softly but how swiftly they have sidled back to power

By the favour and contrivance of their kind?

Even while they soothe us, while they promise large amends,

Even while they make a show of fear,

Do they call upon their debtors, and take council with their friends,

To confirm and re-establish each career?

Their lives cannot repay us-their death could not undo

The shame that they have laid upon our race:

But the slothfulness that wasted and the arrogance that slew,

Shall we leave it unabated in its place?

A

THE HYENAS

FTER the burial-parties leave

And the baffled kites have fled;
The wise hyænas come out at eve

To take account of our dead.

How he died and why he died
Troubles them not a whit.

They snout the bushes and stones aside
And dig till they come to it.

They are only resolute they shall eat
That they and their mates may thrive,

And they know that the dead are safer meat
Than the weakest thing alive.

(For a goat may butt, and a worm may sting, And a child will sometimes stand;

But a poor dead soldier of the King

Can never lift a hand.)

They whoop and halloo and scatter the dirt

Until their tushes white

Take good hold in the army shirt,

And tug the corpse to light.

THE HYENAS

And the pitiful face is shewn again
For an instant ere they close;
But it is not discovered to living men-
Only to God and to those

Who, being soulless, are free from shame, Whatever meat they may find.

Nor do they defile the dead man's nameThat is reserved for his kind.

THE SPIES' MARCH

(BEFORE THE WAR)

('The outbreak is in full swing and our death-rate

would sicken Napoleon.

Dr. M―

died

last week, and C- on Monday, but some more

medicines are coming.

be able to check it at all.

ing badly.
soul.

In some places not a living

But at any rate the experience

gained may come in useful, so I am keeping my notes written up to date in case of accidents. Death is a queer chap to live with for steady company.'-Extract from a private letter from Manchuria.)

HERE are no leaders to lead us to honour, and yet without leaders we sally,

TH

Each man reporting for duty alone, out of sight,

out of reach, of his fellow.

There are no bugles to call the battalions, and yet without bugles we rally

From the ends of the earth to the ends of the earth, to follow the Standard of Yellow!

Fall in! O fall in! O fall in!

Not where the squadrons mass,
Not where the bayonets shine,