TRENCHES in the moonlight, in the lulling moonlight Have had their loveliness; when dancing dewy grasses Caressed us passing along their earthy lanes; When the crucifix hanging over was strangely illumined, And one imagined music, one even heard the brave bird In the sighing orchards flute above the weedy well. There are such moments; forgive me that I note them, Nor gloze that there comes soon the nemesis of beauty, In the fluttering relics that at first glimmer wakened Terror -- the no-man's ditch suddenly forking: There, the enemy's best with bombs and brains and courage! -- Softly, swiftly, at once be animal and angel -- But O no, no, they're Death's malkins dangling in the wire For the moon's interpretation. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOLD-OF-OPHIR ROSES by GRACE ATHERTON DENNEN STRANGE HURT [SHE KNOWS] by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES OF THE DAY ESTIVALL by ALEXANDER HUME SAILING BEYOND SEAS (OLD STYLE) by JEAN INGELOW ON MAN by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR NEW THINGS ARE BEST by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |