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Siegfried Sassoon (1886–1967). The Old Huntsman and Other Poems. 1918.

17. At Carnoy

DOWN in the hollow there’s the whole Brigade

Camped in four groups: through twilight falling slow

I hear a sound of mouth-organs, ill-played,

And murmur of voices, gruff, confused, and low.

Crouched among thistle-tufts I’ve watched the glow

Of a blurred orange sunset flare and fade;

And I’m content. To-morrow we must go

To take some cursèd Wood … O world God made!

July 3rd, 1916.