Was there love once? I have forgotten her. br Was there grief once? Grief yet is mine. br Other loves I have, men rough, but men who stir br More grief, more joy, than love of thee and thine. br br Faces cheerful, full of whimsical mirth, br Lined by the wind, burned by the sun; br Bodies enraptured by the abounding earth, br As whose children we are brethern: one. br br And any moment may descend hot death br To shatter limbs! Pulp, tear, blast br Belovèd soldiers who love rough life and breath br Not less for dying faithful to the last. br br O the fading eyes, the grimed face turned bony, br Oped mouth gushing, fallen head, br Lessening pressure of a hand, shrunk, clammed and stony! br O sudden spasm, release of the dead! br br Was there love once? I have forgotten her. br Was there grief once? Grief yet is mine. br O loved, living, dying, heroic soldier, br All, all my joy, my grief, my love, are thine.