It Seemed That Out Of

Courage Was Mine, And I Had Mystery, Wisdom Was Mine, And I Had Mastery: To Miss The March Of This Retreating World Into Vain Citadels That Are Not Walled.

If I Have To Be A Soldier I Must Be A Good One, Anything Else Is Unthinkable

Be Bullied, Be Outraged, By Killed, But Do Not Kill.

I Tried To Peg Out Soldierly,--no Use! One Dies Of War Like Any Old Disease.

So Secretly, Like Wrongs Hushed-up, They Went.