Ivor Gurney

"If only this fear would leave me I could dream of Crickley Hill And a hundred thousand thoughts of home would visit my heart in sleep; But here the peace is shattered all day by the devil's will, And the guns bark night-long to spoil the velvet silence deep."

"But we of the rich plain of sweet airs and pure, Oh! Death would take so much from us, how should we not fear?"