Here you will find thePoemThe War After The Warof poet John Le Gay Brereton
I. Yonder, with eyes that tears, not distance, dim, With ears the wide world's thickness cannot daunt, We see tumultuous miseries that haunt The night's dead watches, hear the battle hymn Of ruin shrieking through the music grim, Where the red spectre straddles, long and gaunt, Spitting across the seas his hideous taunt At those who nurse at home the unwounded limb. What shall we say, who, drawing indolent breath, Mark the quick pant of those who, full of hate, Drive home the steel or loose the shrieking shell, Heroes or Huns, who smite the grin of death And laugh or curse beneath the blows of fate, Swept madly to the thudding heart of hell? II. O peace, be still! Let no drear whirlwind sweep Our souls about the vault, that groans or yells In travail of the brood of Fear, and swells Stupendous with new monsters of the deep. This is no day to wring the hands and weep, No hour for hopeless tolling and clash of bells. Faith is no faith if god or demon quells One hope or drugs it to uneasy sleep. What you have shed man's blood for, fight for still In world-wide conflict, joining hand with hand; Hate fear and hatred and the seed thereof, And, since you have struck for Freedom, do her will And smash the barriers parting land from land, Unfaltering armies of immortal love.
