AUGUST 1914 by ISAAC ROSENBERG
- What in our lives is burnt
- In the fire of this?
- The heart's dear granary?
- The much we shall miss?
- Three lives hath one life --
- Iron, honey, gold.
- The gold, the honey gone --
- Left is the hard and cold.
- Iron are our lives
- Molten right through our youth.
- A burnt space through ripe fields,
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