This and no other is the root from which a tyrant springs; when he first appears he is a protector.

(on the centenary of his death at the Battle of Arras)

In Memoriam (Easter, 1915)

The flowers left thick at nightfall in the wood
This Eastertide call into mind the men,
Now far from home, who, with their sweethearts, should
Have gathered them and will do never again.

These mountains that you are carrying, you were only supposed to climb.