Ivor Gurney

“But we of the rich plain of sweet airs and pure,Oh! Death would take so much from us, how should we not fear?”

“If only this fear would leave me I could dream of Crickley HillAnd a hundred thousand thoughts of home would visit my heart in sleep;But here the peace is shattered all day by the devil's will,And the guns bark night-long to spoil the velvet silence deep.”