| The Dug-Out | |
| Why do you lie with your legs ungainly huddled, | |
| And one arm bent across your sullen, cold, | |
| Exhausted face? It hurts my heart to watch you, | |
| Deep-shadowed from the candle's guttering gold; | |
| And you wonder why I shake you by the shoulder; | 5 |
| Drowsy, you mumble and sigh and turn your head... | |
| You are too young to fall asleep for ever; | |
| And when you sleep you remind me of the dead. |
