Hushed is the shriek of hurtling shells: and hark! <br />Somewhere within that bit of soft blue sky- <br />Grand in his loneliness, his ecstasy, <br />His lyric wild and free-carols a lark: <br /> <br />I in the trench, he lost in heaven afar, <br />I dream of Love, its ecstasy he sings; <br />Doth lure my soul to love till like a star <br />It flashes into Life: O tireless wings <br /> <br />That beat love's message into melody- <br />A song that touches in this place remote <br />Gladness supreme in its undying note <br />And stirs to life the soul of memory- <br />'Tis strange that while you're beating into life <br />Men here below are plunged in sanguine strife! <br /> <br /> <br />FRANCE, 19l6<br /><br />John William Streets<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-lark-above-the-trenches/
