Leslie Coulson Poems
- ..But A Short Time To Live Our little hour,—how swift it ...
- Judgment So be it, God, I take what Thou dost give, And ...
- The Rainbow Watch the white dawn gleam, To the thunder of ...
- From The Somme In other days I sang of simple things, Of ...
- The God Who Waits The old men in the olden days, Who thought...
- Who Made The Law ? Who made the Law that men should die in ...
- From An Outpost I've tramped South England up and down Down...
Leslie Coulson was a journalist and poet. He served in Gallipoli and on the Western Front during the First World War, until his death during fighting on the Somme in October 1916.
Born in Kilburn Coulson's early career saw him become a well-known pre-war journalist, eventually attaining a position as assistant editor of the Morning Post.
With the arrival of war in Europe in August 1914 Coulson was prompt in volunteering to serve as a ranker with the Royal Fusiliers within the space of a month. He set sail on Christmas Eve 1914 for Malta. He was never to return.
He became ill with mumps before he saw active service.
Coulson penned his first war poem ... more »
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..But A Short Time To Live
Our little hour,—how swift it flies
When poppies flare and lilies smile;
How soon the fleeting minute dies,
Leaving us but a little while
To dream our dream, to sing our song,
To pick the fruit, to pluck the flower,
The Gods—They do not give us long,—
One little hour.
Our little hour,—how short it is
When Love with dew-eyed loveliness
Raises her lips for ours to kiss
And dies within our first caress.
Youth flickers out like wind-blown flame,
Sweets of to-day to-morrow sour,
For Time and Death, relentless, claim
Our little hour. ...