ONE THOUSAND FAMOUS THINGS 307

To My Brother

will I do when we "have peace againt
JL Peace and return, to ease my heart of pain.
Crouched in the brittle reed-beds, wrapt in greyff
I'll watch the dawning of the winter's day,
The peaceful, clinging darkness of the night
That mingles with mysterious morning light,
And graceful rushes melting in the haze ;
While all around in winding waterways,
The wildfowl gabble cheerfully and low,
Or wheel with pulsing whistle to and fro,
Filling the silent dawn with joyous song,
Swelling and dying, as they sweep along. . . .

Until the watchful heron, grim and gaunt,
Shows ghostlike, standing at his chosen haunt,
And jerkily the moorhens venture out,
Spreading swift-circled ripples round about,
And softly to the ear, and leisurely,
Querulous comes the plaintive plover's cry ;
And then maybe some whispering near by,
Some still small sound as of a happy sigh,
Shall steal upon my senses soft as air,
And, Brother, I shall know that you are there*
Miles Jeffrey Game Day

No One Cares Less Than I

jo one cares less than I9

Nobody knows but God,
Whether I am destined to lie
Under a foreign clod,

Were the words I made to the bugle call in the morning*

N°

But laughing, storming, scorning,
Only the bugles know
What the bugles say in the morning,
And they do not care,, when they blow
The call that I heard and made words to early
this morning. Edward Thomm
The Lamps Are Going Out
THE lamps are going out all over Europe ; we shall not
see them, lit again in our lifetime.
Lord Grey to Mr J. A. Spender, looking otU from
Foreign Office windows on the night ofAugmt 49 1914