English poem
Vii
by Archibald Allan Bowman (1883–1936)
Two other words contrasting well distil In two clear drops of sound significant, And flavoured to the thought, the crowning want That mars our enterprise--the English will, Steadfast of purpose, but unsteady still In the particular. Strange humours haunt The earnestness of battle, and we flaunt The eccentric in us even as we kill. A nobly erring pride is here, disdain Of death--and duty, when that duty chimes Not with our liking; and our stubbornness Wants sternness in it to perfect the grain. Of late to tragic heights the contrast climbs, Which “Ernst” and “Eigensinnigkeit” express.
HESEPE, 5th July