Just Now The Lilac Is In Bloom

War Knows No Power. Safe Shall Be My Going, Secretly Armed Against All Death's Endeavour; Safe Though All Safety's Lost; Safe Where Men Fall; And If These Poor Limbs Die, Safest Of All.

Breathless, We Flung Us On A Windy Hill, Laughed In The Sun, And Kissed The Lovely Grass.

Proud, Then, Clear-eyed And Laughing, Go To Greet Death As A Friend!

Down The Blue Night The Unending Columns Press In Noiseless Tumult, Break And Wave And Flow

Youth Is Stranger Than Fiction.