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- THE naked earth is warm with spring,
- And with green grass and bursting trees
- Leans to the sun's gaze glorying,
- And quivers in the sunny breeze;
- And life is colour and warmth and light,
- And a striving evermore for these;
- And he is dead who will not fight;
- And who dies fighting has increase.
- The fighting man shall from the sun
- Take warmth, and life from the glowing earth;
- Speed with the light-foot winds to run,
- And with the trees to newer birth;
- And find, when fighting shall be done,
- Great rest, and fullness after dearth.
- All the bright company of Heaven
- Hold him in their high comradeship,
- The Dog-Star, and the Sisters Seven,
- Orion's Belt and sworded hip.
- The woodland trees that stand together,
- They stand to him each one a friend;
- They gently speak in the windy weather;
- They guide to valley and ridge's end.
- The kestrel hovering by day,
- And the little owls that call by night,
- Bid him be swift and keen as they,
- As keen of ear, as swift of sight.
- The blackbird sings to him, "Brother, brother,
- If this be the last song you shall sing,
- Sing well, for you may not sing another;
- Brother, sing."
- In dreary, doubtful, waiting hours,
- Before the brazen frenzy starts,
- The horses show him nobler powers;
- O patient eyes, courageous hearts!
- And when the burning moment breaks,
- And all things else are out of mind,
- And only joy of battle takes
- Him by the throat, and makes him blind,
- Through joy and blindness he shall know,
- Not caring much to know, that still
- Nor lead nor steel shall reach him, so
- That it be not the Destin'd Will.
- The thundering line of battle stands,
- And in the air Death moans and sings:
- But Day shall clasp him with strong hands,
- And Night shall fold him in soft wings.
- Julian Grenfell
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