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The Watch on the Wall
ОглавлениеFrom his high station on the Great Whin Sill
In a milecastle of the Roman Wall
Watching the dim fells dreaming in the still
Tender Spring moonshine, now he hears the call
Of courting curlew from a nearby syke
Answered by crake of wild-duck and the scream
Of seagull nesting on far Hallypike.
And, as he listens, still alert to hear
The approach of enemy aircraft, in a half-dream
He gazes at the rippling shimmer and gleam
Of light on Broomlee Lough; and thinks of all
The fighting and the fury and the fear
These Northern wastes have known since time began—
Forgotten tribes of prehistoric man
Warring with wolves and their own wolf-like kind:
The ancient Picts, stemming the Northward sweep
Of Roman cohorts on this very steep,
Storming and harrying year after year,
Until at length the legions were withdrawn
Southward in panic, summoned in headlong haste
Back to the succour of their mother Rome,
Or, battleworn deserters, they strayed to find
And settle in some peaceful British home:
The coming of the Saxons; and the hordes
Of Vikings sallying inland from the coast
Time and again in many a bloody dawn
From their beached longboats, host on murderous host
With wide-winged helms and bitter-biting swords.
The Normans in baulked anger laying waste
The hills and dales of all Northumberland:
The longdrawn civil conflicts breaking out
Through the ensuing centuries till the last
Forlorn adventure of the Jacobites:
And, always, startling the dark Northern nights
With fiery forays, the Border reiving clans.
And, recollecting how these fells have been
Bloodsoaked so often and how these hills have seen
Defeat and victory and foes put to rout
Or vanquished in a last heroic stand
Times out of mind; and wondering at man’s
Insatiable lust for killing, his heart is filled,
As in the haunted night he watches alone,
With dire despair, to think that now the whole
World seethes in insensate slaughter fiercer far
Than even these Border battlefields have known
Through their long history of futile strife;
And every instant under sun and star
Cities are stormed and men in thousands killed,
And all the hardwon ideals of man’s soul
In shattering disaster overthrown;
While, caught in the blind frenzy, such men as he
Who only asked to lead a peaceful life
And be allowed to cultivate and build
For future generations now should be
Compelled, by total annihilation faced,
To join in the destruction, and lay waste
Their best years, waging war with their own kind.
And, even as he stares into the blind
And ominous future, he marks the hostile drone
Of Westward-flying planes from oversea.