| Soliloquy 2 By Richard Aldington |
| I was wrong, quite wrong; The dead men are not always carrion. After the advance, As we went through the shattered trenches Which the enemy had left, We found, lying upon the fire-step, A dead English soldier, His head bloodily bandaged And his closed left hand touching the earth, More beautiful than one can tell, More subtly coloured than a perfect Goya, And more austere and lovely in repose Than Angelo's hand could ever carve in stone. |