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And for old quiet things

Have set the strife of kings,

Who battled have with bloody hands

Through evil times in barren lands,

To whom the voice of guns

Speaks but no longer stuns,

Calm, though with death encompassed,

That watch the hours go overhead,

Knowing too well we must

With all men come to dust....

And in 'Anglia Valida in Senectute' glimmers a knowledge that not only the beauty and happiness of the world are passing away from him:

He cannot, in the trenches, remember Oxford but the thought intrudes:

Counting over his comrades who have fallen, he wonders: