A Treasury of War Poetry (2nd Series)/At the Movies
AT THE MOVIES
They swing across the screen in brave array,
Long British columns grinding the dark grass.
Twelve months ago they marched into the gray
Of battle; yet again behold them pass!
One lifts his dusty cap; his hair is bright;
I meet his eyes, eager and young and bold.
The picture quivers into ghostly white;
Then I remember, and my heart grows cold!