The Poets & The War XXXV
By A. A. Milne.
The War Illustrated, Volume 3, No. 60, Page 448, October 25, 1940.
(Si monumentum requiris, circumspice)
Old London's time-encrusted walls
Are but the work of human hands.
What man has fashioned for us falls;
What God has breathed into us stands.
What if the splendour of the past
Is shattered into dust, we raise
A monument that shall outlast
Even the Abbey's span of days.
On broken homes we set our feet
And raise proud heads that all may see,
Immortal in each little street,
The soul in its integrity.
– The Times
Since Britain rose above the seas,
The seas have beaten on her shore,
An endless battery prolonged
For half a million years or more.
The waves at shingle, sand and chalk
Have clawed with endles
And shall he live?
Who feared to meet a worthy foe
And sought the weak to overthrown?
Who wasted, pillaged, plundered, slew,
And proved his bonded word untrue?
Whose ears were deaf and eyes were