Ivor Gurney - Communion
Channel: PoetryProse Project
Date: 02/04/2015

Written in the trenches of world war one.

Beauty lies so deep 

On all the fields, 
Nothing for the eyes 

But blessing yields. 

Tall elms, greedy of light, 
Stand tip-toe. See 

The last light linger in 
Their tracery. 

The guns are dumb, are still 

All evil noises. 
The singing heart in peace 

Softly rejoices, 

Only unsatisfied 

With Beauty's hunger 
And sacramental thirst — 

Nothing of anger. 

Mist wraiths haunt the path 
As daylight lessens, 

The stars grow clearer, and 
My dead friend's presence.