When
unto the
quiet seas
I turn
my
eyes,
And
listen to
the soft-drawn
lap
pass
down the
sands,
And
watch the
ship lights
fade into
the
thin grey
mist,
I
wonder if
you’ll e’er
return again
From
that far-off
unhappy
battle-land.
Or
if like
other heroes
of our day
You’ll
slip across
the firing
line
into
Eternity. |
