War and Love/Dawn

by Richard Aldington

For works with similar titles, see Dawn.

 

DAWN

The grim dawn lightens thin bleak clouds;In the hill-clefts beyond the flooded meadowsLies death-pale, death-still mist.

We trudge along wearily,Heavy with lack of sleep,Spiritless, yet with pretence of gaiety.

The sun brings crimson to the colourless sky;Light shines from brass and steel—We trudge on wearily—

O God, end this bleak anguishSoon, soon, with vivid crimson death,End it in mist-pale sleep!