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A Gloucestershire Lad at Home and Abroad

Chapter 5: BALLADE OF THE RICH HEART
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This collection gathers poems composed by a soldier at the Front that alternate between affectionate dialect songs celebrating Gloucestershire landscapes, traditions and pastimes and sober battlefield reflections on comradeship, sacrifice, and homesickness. Short formal pieces—ballades, trios, sonnets—and prose poems shift between light conviviality and stark moral questioning, often anchoring wartime anxiety in images of orchards, rivers and village life. Recurring themes include longing for home, the weight of witnessing death, gratitude, defiance, and the effort to reconcile pastoral memory with the experience of combat, producing verses that balance local humor and song with solemn meditation.

BALLADE OF THE RICH HEART

What thief is he can rob this treasury,
Which hath not gold but dreams within its gates?
What power can enter in to take from me
My treasure, while upon the threshold waits
“Courage,” my watch-dog, keeping back the fates
Which follow close until I do depart
In safety from their little loves and hates?
Singing of all I carry in my heart.
Guarded of dreams against all evil chance,
With young Adventure arm in arm I go
To laugh at Luck and silly Circumstance.
And, counting naught that comes to me my foe,
I change, if ’tis my whim, the winter snow
To blowing blossom: and by that same art
I fashion as I will Life’s weal and woe:
Singing of all I carry in my heart.
Let me go lame and lousy like a tramp
But feel the wind and know the moonlit sky!
What matter if the falling dew be damp—
Still is it dew! And well contented I
Among my dreams (in seeming poverty)
Far from the cities and the noisy mart,—
With Life and Death—my dearest friends—to lie,
Singing of all I carry in my heart.
Envoi.
Prince of this world, high monarch of all those
Who deem Reality life’s better part,
Herewith I tweak thy crooked royal nose—
Singing of all I carry in my heart.