Maurice Hewlett

(1861-1923 / England)

Maurice Hewlett Poems

1. In The Trenches 10/5/2010
2. Soldier, Soldier 10/5/2010
3. To The Belgians 10/5/2010
4. Leto's Child 10/5/2010
5. Oreithyia 10/5/2010
6. Prologue To The Argive Women 10/5/2010
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In The Trenches

As I lay in the trenches
Under the Hunter's Moon,
My mind ran to the lenches
Cut in a Wiltshire down.

I saw their long black shadows,
The beeches in the lane,
The gray church in the meadows
And my white cottage-plain.

Thinks I, the down lies dreaming
Under that hot moon's eye,
Which sees the shells fly screaming
And men and horses die.

And what makes she, I wonder,
Of the horror and the blood,
And what's her luck, to sunder
The evil from the good?

'T was more than I could compass,
For how was I to think
With such infernal ...

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