Across two counties he can hear
And catch your words before you speak.
The woodlouse or the maggot's weak clamour
Rings in his sad ear,
And noise so slight it would surpass credence.
Robert Graves-Lost love
When the days of rejoicing are over,
When the flags are stowed safely away,
They will dream of another wild ‘War to End Wars’
And another wild Armistice day.
Robert Graves-Armistice Day 1918
Kill if you must, but never hate:
Man is but grass and hate is blight,
The sun will scorch you soon or late,
Die wholesome then, since you must fight.
Robert Graves- from Hate not, Fear not
Across two counties he can hear
And catch your words before you speak.
The woodlouse or the maggot's weak clamour
Rings in his sad ear,
And noise so slight it would surpass credence.
Robert Graves-Lost love
