And you’ll see a lot of fellows
That you’ve never seen before,
And they may all be twenty
Or one or two years more.
And you’ll briefly talk together,
But of what you will not know.
There is so much that lads can say
When off to war they go.
And you’ll see a lot of fellows
When the battle roar is done,
Though all are dead upon the field
And will not know it’s won.
And the drums will roll on, rolling
Till some bullet finds your heart,
Then you’ll join the lads before you
And you’ll never have to part.
APOLLO
Beautiful pagan, possess me!
Over thy body my fingers I race.
Hot on thy cheeks are my kisses,
Naked with thee in a lovers’ embrace.
Passionate night,
And the scents from the orchard
Heavily here
In thy temple retreat.
Moonlight and marble,
Where pillars and shadows
Cast thee in twilight,
Beautiful statue,
Warm with the warmth
Of my body
Against thee,
I quiver,
I clasp thee
And fall at thy feet!