- Here, where we stood together, we three men,
- Before the war had swept us to the East
- Three thousand miles away, I stand again
- And hear the bells, and breathe, and go to feast.
- We trod the same path, to the selfsame place,
- Yet here I stand, having beheld their graves,
- Skyros whose shadows the great seas erase,
- And Seddul Bahr that ever more blood craves.
- So, since we communed here, our bones have been
- Nearer, perhaps, than they again will be,
- Earth and the worldwide battle lie between,
- Death lies between, and friend-destroying sea.
- Yet here, a year ago, we talked and stood
- As I stnad now, with pulses beating blood.
- I saw her like a shadow on the sky
- In the last light, a blur upon the sea,
- Then the gale's darkness put the shadow by,
- But from one grave that island talked to me;
- And, in the midnight, in the breaking storm,
- I saw its blackness and a blinking light,
- And thought, "So death obscures your gentle form,
- So memory strives to make the darkness bright;
- And, in that heap of rocks, your body lies,
- Part of the island till the planet ends,
- My gentle comrade, beautiful and wise,
- Part of this crag this bitter surge offends,
- While I, who pass, a little obscure thing,
- War with this force, and breathe, and am its king."