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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.
The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

Francis Brett Young (1884–1954)

Poems of the Great War: Marching on Tanga

  • With the British Expeditionary Force, Marago-Opuni, German East Africa. June, 1916.


  • MARCHING on Tanga, marching the parched plain

    Of wavering spear-grass by Pangani river,

    England came to me—me who had always ta’en

    But never given before—England, the giver,

    In a vision of tall poplar trees that shiver

    On still evenings of summer, after rain,

    By Slapton Ley, where reed-beds start and quiver

    When scarce a ripple moves the upland grain.

    Then I thanked God that now I had suffered pain

    And, as the parched plain, thirst, and lain awake

    Shivering all night through till cold daybreak:

    In that I count these sufferings my gain

    And her acknowledgment. Nay, more, would fain

    Suffer as many more for her sweet sake.