They've flayed the earth to its ribs of chalk
And over its bones the spectres stalk!"
"Father, I see my high spires reel;
My breast is scarred by the Hun's hoofed heel.
What was, shall be! I read Thy sign:
Thy ocean yawns for the smitten swine!"
IV
Then, from Verdun
Pealed westward to the Somme
From every gun