THE WATCHERS.

Observer, Volume XXXV, Issue 49, 14 August 1915, Page 11

THE WATCHERS.

[For the Observer.]

We have watched across the ocean, We have gazed across the land, We have slept beside our guns both day and night; We have seen the mellow sunsets Dying out upon the sand And the drawn-horizon flaring into light. Through the months of weary waiting For a foe that never comes. We have set our teeth and faced the bitter cold; We have drilled on deck each morning To the 'beat of sounding drums, And' our sufferings no poet ever told. When the moon was rising palely From the sullen German coast, We have smoked our pipes and had a spell o' rest, While we longed to meet the killers Who of slaying babies boast, But the baby-killers slumbered in their nest. Do we want to keep inactive? Don't you think we'd rather scrap With the ravagers of Namur and Liege ? But Yon Tirpitz in his palace Plays the Kaiser penny nap, And we must only linger here and rage. B. L. Eyre.