• Dreaming in the Trenches

    I picture her there in the quaint old room,
      Where the fading fire-light starts and falls,
    Alone in the twilight’s tender gloom
      With the shadows that dance on the dim-lit walls.

    Alone, while those faces look silently down
      From their antique frames in a grim repose—
    Slight scholarly Ralph in his Oxford gown,
      And stanch Sir Alan,...

    William Gordon McCabe

  • We dream — it is good we are dreaming —

    We dream — it is good we are dreaming —

    It would hurt us — were we awake —

    But since it is playing — kill us,

    And we are playing — shriek —


    What harm? Men die — externally —

    It is a truth — of Blood —

    But we — are dying in Drama —

    And Drama — is never dead —


    Cautious...