On the Tape by Richard Mill Oliver

Will the dawn ne’er waken?
Will the guns ne’er speak?
The opening words of the barrage,
Crouched here in shell holes,
The moments with leaden feet,
Creep to the zero time.

Why do I tremble so?
Surely craven fear is not mine,
As I think what an hour might bring.

Ah! see the dawn lingers as if
Fearing to rise, and rising,
Will gaze on forms so cold and stiff.
The dawn is here—the barrage down;
We’re moving at last, thank God!
It was not fear that seized my heart;
‘Twas only waiting for the start.

From: Oliver, R. Mill, Verses by a Solider “Over There”, 1918, John J. Newbegin: San Francisco, California, p. 22.
(https://archive.org/details/versesbysoldiero00oliv/)

Date: 1918

By: Richard Mill Oliver (fl. 1918)

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