| Robert Graves (1895–1985). Fairies and Fusiliers. 1918. |
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| 4. Two Fusiliers |
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| AND have we done with War at last? | |
| Well, we’ve been lucky devils both, | |
| And there’s no need of pledge or oath | |
| To bind our lovely friendship fast, | |
| By firmer stuff | 5 |
| Close bound enough. | |
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| By wire and wood and stake we’re bound, | |
| By Fricourt and by Festubert, | |
| By whipping rain, by the sun’s glare, | |
| By all the misery and loud sound, | 10 |
| By a Spring day, | |
| By Picard clay. | |
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| Show me the two so closely bound | |
| As we, by the red bond of blood, | |
| By friendship, blossoming from mud, | 15 |
| By Death: we faced him, and we found | |
| Beauty in Death, | |
| In dead men breath. | |
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