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Sonnets from a prison camp

Chapter 56: III
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A sequence of sonnets composed by a soldier in enemy captivity during the First World War, recording frontline violence, the suddenness of bombardment, marches and captures, the strain of waiting and the loss of comrades, and the solace found in memory and poetic labour. Many poems juxtapose immediate scenes—exploding shrapnel, crowded billets, marches, and internment camps—with reveries of homeland landscapes and classical or moral reflections. Sections move between field incidents, the nadir of imprisonment, thoughts of home and influences, and short epigrams or maxims, showing how verse acted as a mental bulwark against despair while exploring themes of fate, endurance, and the persistence of inner freedom.

III

Ah me, I dream of what they do at home
This Sabbath sunrise of the early prime!
The slumbering city waking to the chime
Of opening church-bells, when the sun hath clomb
Full half-way up the hollow of heaven’s dome;
The leisured family muster, the sublime
Jollity and the uplift of the time
That sets the week-worn spirit free to roam;
The walking to the kirk, the solemn hour
With the Creator, lapsing at the close
Into the sweet expansiveness that plays
Round the church door, when from the too tense power
Of prayer and praise the natural spirit flows
Back to its level.—That was in past days.

Hesepe, 19th May