Love have I known, and dawn and gold of day-time,

And winds and songs and all the joys that are

Known once, and as a child that tires with play-time,

Leaped from them to the elemental dust of War.

I have seen blood and death, but all has ending,

And even Horror is but made to cease;

I am sickened with Love that lives only for lending,

And all the loathsome pettiness of peace.

Give me, God of Battles, a field of death,

A Hell of Fire, a strong man’s agony…