Christmas: 1916 (Etchings)
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Grey shapes that sail in the air, Red bombs and cots ablaze : Women and children, blown to bits.
To the sound of a people's praise.
Christmas: 1916 VI 'Christe eleison /' Mounts the cry of anguished souls, From the depths of the howered tropics To the white plains of the poles.
Unending and unceasing; Wrenched from the world's despair; Like the smoke of a burning mountain Rolls up the ancient prayer.
Christmas: 1916 VII "Mother! I write these lines, for it may be that I, After to-night, shall n...ever write again : They say we charge to-morrow, at the dawn — The dawns in France are very beautiful — Well — if I die, it will not matter much : You ever saw through mothers' eyes and laid Over my dull metal, broad sheets of gold From out the stores of your great treasury of love.
So, do not cry. I do not grudge my life.
What better usage could I make of it Than cast it, as a woman casteth jewels, Upon my country's altar? Time ever moves A stream, majestic, towards its far-off goal; 'Tis only we, foam-flecks upon its breast Dream it knows turmoil ; or whinny like to mares Robbed of their foals, because we are absorbed Before we have grown tired of the light.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
Grey shapes that sail in the air, Red bombs and cots ablaze : Women and children, blown to bits.
To the sound of a people's praise.
Christmas: 1916 VI 'Christe eleison /' Mounts the cry of anguished souls, From the depths of the howered tropics To the white plains of the poles.
Unending and unceasing; Wrenched from the world's despair; Like the smoke of a burning mountain Rolls up the ancient prayer.
Christmas: 1916 VII "Mother! I write these lines, for it may be that I, After to-night, shall n...ever write again : They say we charge to-morrow, at the dawn — The dawns in France are very beautiful — Well — if I die, it will not matter much : You ever saw through mothers' eyes and laid Over my dull metal, broad sheets of gold From out the stores of your great treasury of love.
So, do not cry. I do not grudge my life.
What better usage could I make of it Than cast it, as a woman casteth jewels, Upon my country's altar? Time ever moves A stream, majestic, towards its far-off goal; 'Tis only we, foam-flecks upon its breast Dream it knows turmoil ; or whinny like to mares Robbed of their foals, because we are absorbed Before we have grown tired of the light.
What to read after Christmas: 1916 (Etchings)?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Osmund Rhodes Howard Thomson to read onlineMoreLess
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