Or a million heroes for their freedom slain.
Of Armageddon and the world’s birth-pain—
The League of Nations, and the world one posy.
We thought the world would loaf and sprawl and mosey.
The gods of Yap and Swat were sweetly dozy.
We thought the far off gods of Chow had died.
The mocking bird was singing in the lane....
Yet ...
“East side, west side, all around the town
The tots sang: ‘Ring a rosie’