DOMUM
183
What was it you fought for, whose profit that you died?
Here is Ypres burning and twenty towns beside,
Where is the gain in all our pain when he we loved but now
Is lying still on Sixty Hill, a bullet through his brow?
"He died one thing regarding that is better worth
Than the golden cities of all the kings on earth.
Were right and wrong to choose among, he had seen the right,
Had found the thing appointed and done it with his might."
Thus I muse, regarding, with a pensive eye,
Towered Ypres blazing, beneath the night sky . . .
This way may lie failure, but Towers there are that stand,
Hence, it may be, guarded, in our own green land.
St. Eloi,
June 1915.
