Ivor Gurney - Bach and the sentry
Channel: PoetryProse Project
Date: 2015-04-02

Written in the trenches of world war one.

Watching the dark my spirit rose in flood 
On that most dearest Prelude of my delight. 

The low-lying mist lifted its hood, 
The October stars showed nobly in clear night. 

When I return, and to real music-making, 
And play that Prelude, how will it happen 
then ? 

Shall I feel as I felt, a sentry hardly waking, 
With a dull sense of No Man's Land again ?