In me the tiger sniffs the rose.
Man, it seemed, had been created to jab the life out of Germans.
I am a soldier, convinced that I am acting on behalf of soldiers.
Soldiers are citizens of death's grey land, drawing no dividend from time's tomorrows.
Soldiers are dreamers; when the guns begin they think of firelit homes, clean beds, and wives.
I am not protesting against the conduct of the war, but against the political errors and insincerities for which the fighting men are being sacrificed.
I have seen and endured the sufferings of the troops, and I can no longer be a party to prolong these sufferings for ends which I believe to be evil and unjust.
I am making this statement as an act of wilful defiance of military authority, because I believe that the War is being deliberately prolonged by those who have the power to end it.
I believe that the purpose for which I and my fellow soldiers entered upon this war should have been so clearly stated as to have made it impossible to change them, and that, had this been done, the objects which actuated us would now be attainable by negotiation.
Shepherds go whistling on their way
In the spring season of the year;
One watches weather-signs of day;
One of his maid most dear
Dreams; and they do not hear
The birds that sing and sing; they do not see
Wide wealds of blue beyond their windy lea,
Nor blossoms red and white on every tree.