Maurice Hewlett Poems
- Soldier, Soldier Soldier, soldier, off to the war, Take me a...
- In The Trenches As I lay in the trenches Under the Hunter's ...
- To The Belgians O men of mickle heart and little ...
- Prologue To The Argive Women OD. About this wicked house ten ...
- Oreithyia Oreithyia, by the North Wind carried To stormy ...
- Leto's Child THERE between the trees The prying Fauns and ...
Maurice Henry Hewlett (1861-1923), was an English historical novelist, poet and essayist. He was born at Weybridge, the eldest son of Henry Gay Hewlett, of Shaw Hall, Addington, Kent. He was educated at the London International College, Spring Grove, Isleworth, and was called to the bar in 1891. He gave up the law after the success of Forest Lovers . From 1896 to 1901 he was Keeper of Lands, ... more »
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In The Trenches
As I lay in the trenches
Under the Hunter's Moon,
My mind ran to the lenches
Cut in a Wiltshire down.
I saw their long black shadows,
The beeches in the lane,
The gray church in the meadows
And my white cottage-plain.
Thinks I, the down lies dreaming
Under that hot moon's eye,
Which sees the shells fly screaming
And men and horses die.
And what makes she, I wonder,
Of the horror and the blood,
And what's her luck, to sunder
The evil from the good?
'T was more than I could compass,
For how was I to think
With such infernal ...