Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.
III. WarWhen this cruel war is over
AnonymousD
When we last did meet,
How you told me that you loved me
Kneeling at my feet?
Oh, how proud you stood before me
In your suit of blue,
When you vowed to me and country
Ever to be true.
Hopes and fears, how vain;
Yet praying
When this cruel war is over,
Praying that we meet again.
Mournfully along,
Or when autumn leaves are falling,
Sadly breathes the song.
Oft in dreams I see thee lying
On the battle plain,
Lonely, wounded, even dying,
Calling, but in vain.
Chorus.—Weeping, sad, etc.
Nobly you should fall,
Far away from those who love you,
None to hear you call,
Who would whisper words of comfort?
Who would soothe your pain?
Ah, the many cruel fancies
Ever in my brain!
Chorus.—Weeping, sad, etc.
Angels cheer your way!
While our nation’s sons are fighting,
We can only pray.
Nobly strike for God and country,
Let all nations see
How we love the starry banner,
Emblem of the free.
Hopes and fears, how vain;
Yet praying
When this cruel war is over,
Praying that we meet again.