“Faces of men in torture⁠ ⁠… from my mind + 

They will not go away. The East lay still + 

In darkness when we left the town behind + 

Flaming to light the fields. We’d had our will: + 

We sang, ‘Oh, we will make the frost distil + 

From Time’s grey forehead into living dew + 

And break whatever has been and build new.’ + 