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Robert Bridges, ed. (1844–1930).  The Spirit of Man: An Anthology.  1916.
 
Into Battle

Julian Grenfell (1888–1915)
 
THE NAKED 1 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,        5
  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;        10
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        15
  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;        20
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,        25
  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.’        30
 
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,        35
  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        40
Nor lead nor steel shall reach him, so
  That it be not the Destined Will.
 
The thundering line of battle stands,
  And in the air Death moans and sings;
But Day shall clasp him with strong hands,        45
  And Night shall fold him in soft wings.
 
Note 1. Grenfell. Into Battle. This poem was written on the battlefield in Flanders by Capt. the Hon. Julian H. F. Grenfell, D.S.O., in April 1915: he died of his wounds on May 26. I have to thank his father Lord Desborough for permission to print it here. [back]
 
 
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