In Me The Tiger Sniffs The Rose.

The Song Was Wordless; The Singing Will Never Be Done.

Oh Yes, I Know The Way To Heaven Was Easy. We Found The Little Kingdom Of Our Passion That All Can Share Who Walk The Road Of Lovers. In Wild And Secret Happiness We Stumbled; And Gods And Demons Clamoured In Our Senses.

And There'd Be No More Jokes In Music-halls To Mock The Riddled Corpses Round Bapaume.

Man, It Seemed, Had Been Created To Jab The Life Out Of Germans.

Life For The Majority Of The Population. Is An Unlovely Struggle Against Unfair Odds. Culminating In A Cheap Funeral.