| George Herbert Clarke, ed. (1873–1953). A Treasury of War Poetry. 1917. |
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| 16. Lines Written in Surrey, 1917 |
| | | By George Herbert Clarke |
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| A SUDDEN swirl of song in the bright sky— | |
| The little lark adoring his lord the sun; | |
| Across the corn the lazy ripples run; | |
| Under the eaves, conferring drowsily, | |
| Doves droop or amble; the agile waterfly | 5 |
| Wrinkles the pool; and flowers, gay and dun, | |
| Rose, bluebell, rhododendron, one by one, | |
| The buccaneering bees prove busily. | |
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| Ah, who may trace this tranquil loveliness | |
| In verse felicitous?—no measure tells; | 10 |
| But gazing on her bosom we can guess | |
| Why men strike hard for England in red hells, | |
| Falling on dreams, ’mid Death’s extreme caress, | |
| Of English daisies dancing in English dells. | |
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