And By His Smile, I Knew That

The English Say, Yours Truly, And Mean It. The Italians Say, I Kiss Your Feet, And Mean, I Kick Your Head.

Be Bullied, Be Outraged, By Killed, But Do Not Kill.

After All My Years Of Playing Soldiers, And Then Of Reading History, I Have Almost A Mania To Be In The East, To See Fighting, And To Serve.

What Passing-bells For These Who Die As Cattle? Only The Monstrous Anger Of The Guns.

All I Ask Is To Be Held Above The Barren Wastes Of Want.