1He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark,2 notes
2And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey,1 note
3Legless, sewn short at elbow. Through the park1 note
4Voices of boys rang saddening like a hymn,1 note
5Voices of play and pleasures after day,1 note
6Till gathering sleep had mothered them from him.1 note
7About this time Town used to swing so gay1 note
8When glow-lamps budded in the light blue trees,1 note
9And girls glanced lovelier as the air grew dim —1 note
10In the old times, before he threw away his knees.1 note
11Now he will never feel again how slim1 note
12Girls' waists are, or how warm their subtle hands;1 note
13All of them touch him like some queer disease.1 note
14There was an artist silly for his face,1 note
15For it was younger than his youth, last year.1 note
16Now, he is old; his back will never brace;1 note
17He's lost his colour very far from here,1 note
18Poured it down shell-holes till the veins ran dry,1 note
19And half his lifetime lapsed in the hot race,1 note
20And leap of purple spurted from his thigh.1 note
21One time he liked a blood-smear down his leg,1 note
22After the matches, carried shoulder-high.1 note
23It was after football, when he'd drunk a peg,1 note
24He thought he'd better join. — He wonders why.1 note
25Someone had said he'd look a god in kilts,1 note
26That's why; and maybe, too, to please his Meg;1 note
27Aye, that was it, to please the giddy jilts1 note
28He asked to join. He didn't have to beg;1 note
29Smiling they wrote his lie; aged nineteen years.1 note
30Germans he scarcely thought of; all their guilt,1 note
31And Austria's, did not move him. And no fears1 note
32Of Fear came yet. He thought of jewelled hilts1 note
33For daggers in plaid socks; of smart salutes;1 note
34And care of arms; and leave; and pay arrears;1 note
35Esprit de corps; and hints for young recruits.1 note
36And soon he was drafted out with drums and cheers.1 note
37Some cheered him home, but not as crowds cheer Goal.1 note
38Only a solemn man who brought him fruits1 note
39Thanked him; and then inquired about his soul.1 note
40Now, he will spend a few sick years in Institutes,1 note
41And do what things the rules consider wise,1 note
42And take whatever pity they may dole.1 note
43Tonight he noticed how the women's eyes1 note
44Passed from him to the strong men that were whole.1 note
45How cold and late it is! Why don't they come1 note
46And put him into bed? Why don't they come?1 note