The grim dawn lightens thin bleak clouds; In the hill clefts beyond the flooded meadows Lies death-pale, death-still mist. We trudge along wearily, Heavy with lack of sleep, Spiritless, yet with pretence of gaiety. The sun brings crimson to the colourless sky; Light gleams from brass and steel— We trudge on wearily— O God, end this bleak anguish Soon, soon, with vivid crimson death, End it in mist-pale sleep!
This poem is in the public domain.
Richard Aldington was born in Hampshire, England, in 1892. An early member of the Imagist movement, he was the author of War and Love (1915-1919) (The Four Seas Company, 1919), Images (The Egoist, 1919), and numerous other books of poetry and prose.
Date Published: 2018-11-11
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/dawn-4