English poem
THE APPROACH
by Robert Nichols (1893–1944)
In my tired, helpless body I feel my sunk heart ache; But suddenly, loudly The far, the great guns shake.
Is it sudden terror Burdens my heart? My hand Flies to my head. I listen.... And do not understand.
Is death so near, then? From this blaze of light Do I plunge suddenly Into Vortex? Night?
Guns again! the quiet Shakes at the vengeful voice.... It is terrible pleasure. I do not fear: I rejoice.