August 6, 1916.—Officer previously reported died of wounds, now reported wounded:
Graves,
Captain R.,
Royal Welch Fusiliers.) …but I was dead, an hour or more. I woke when I’d already passed the door That Cerberus guards, and half-way down the road To Lethe, as an old Greek signpost showed. Above me, on my stretcher swinging by,
I saw new stars in the subterrene sky: A Cross, a Rose in bloom, a Cage with bars, And a barbed Arrow feathered in fine stars. I felt the vapours of forgetfulness Float in my nostrils.
Oh, may Heaven
Dear Lady Proserpine, who saw me wake, And, stooping over me, for Henna’s sake Cleared my poor buzzing head and sent me back Breathless, with leaping heart along the track. After me roared and clattered angry
Of demons, heroes, and policeman-ghosts. “Life! life!
I can’t be dead!
I won’t be dead! Damned if I’ll die for any one!” I said…. Cerberus stands and grins above me now, Wearing three heads—lion, and lynx, and sow.“Quick, a revolver!
But my Webley’s gone, Stolen!… No bombs … no knife….
The crowd swarms on, Bellows, hurls stones….
Not even a honeyed sop… Nothing….
Good Cerberus!… Good dog!… but stop! Stay!… A great luminous thought … I do
There’s still some morphia that I bought on leave.” Then swiftly Cerberus’ wide mouths I cram With army biscuit smeared with ration jam; And sleep lurks in the luscious plum and apple. He crunches, swallows, stiffens, seems to
With the all-powerful poppy … then a snore, A crash; the beast blocks up the corridor With monstrous hairy carcase, red and dun— Too late! for I’ve sped through. O Life!
O Sun!
