I FOUND him in the guard-room at the Base. From the blind darkness I had heard his crying And blundered in. With puzzled, patient face A sergeant watched him; it was no good trying To stop it; for he howled and beat his chest. And, all because his brother had gone west, Raved at the bleeding war; his rampant grief Moaned, shouted, sobbed, and choked, while he was kneeling Half-naked on the floor. In my belief Such men have lost all patriotic feeling. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG MAKER by SARA TEASDALE IDYLL 1. LAMENT FOR ADONIS by BION ENCOURAGED by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR EVENING CLOUDS by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE LOVE-LILY by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI ECCLESIASTICAL SONNETS: PART 2: 25. THE VIRGIN by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |