Warsaw

 I was in Warsaw when the first bomb fell;
I was in Warsaw when the Terror came -
Havoc and horror, famine, fear and flame,
Blasting from loveliness a living hell.

Barring the station towered a sentinel;
Trainward I battled, blind escape my aim.

ENGLAND! I cried.
 He kindled at the name:
With lion-leap he haled me.
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 .
 All was well.


ENGLAND! they cried for aid, and cried in vain.

Vain was their valour, emptily they cried.

Bleeding, they saw their Cry crucified.
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O splendid soldier, by the last lone train,
To-day would you flame forth to fray me place?
Or - would you curse and spit into my face?

 September, 1939

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