War, the Liberator, and Other Pieces/Victory and Failure

Arras, April 9th
Roeux, April 23rd, 1917

NOT for the day of victory
I mourn I was not there,
The hard fierce rush of slaying men,
The hands up in the air,
But for the torn ranks struggling on
The old brave hopeless way,
The broken charge, the slow retreat,
And I so far away.

And listening to the tale of Roeux
I think I see again
The steady grim despairing ranks,
The courage and the pain,
The bodies of my friends that lie
Unburied in the dew
Oh ! friends of mine, and I not there
To die along with you.