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George Herbert Clarke, ed. (1873–1953).  A Treasury of War Poetry.  1917.
 
10. Jimmy Doane
 
By Rowland Thirlmere
 
 
OFTEN I think of you, Jimmy Doane,—
You who, light-heartedly, came to my house
Three autumns, to shoot and to eat a grouse!
 
As I sat apart in this quiet room,
My mind was full of the horror of war        5
And not with the hope of a visitor.
 
I had dined on food that had lost its taste;
My soul was cold and I wished you were here,—
When, all in a moment, I knew you were near.
 
Placing that chair where you used to sit,        10
I looked at my book:—Three years to-day
Since you laughed in that seat and I heard you say—
 
“My country is with you, whatever befall:
America—Britain—these two are akin
In courage and honour; they underpin        15
 
“The rights of Mankind!” Then you grasped my hand
With a brotherly grip, and you made me feel
Something that Time would surely reveal.
 
You were comely and tall; you had corded arms,
And sympathy’s grace with your strength was blent;        20
You were generous, clever, and confident.
 
There was that in your hopes which uncountable lives
Have perished to make; your heart was fulfilled
With the breath of God that can never be stilled.
 
A living symbol of power, you talked        25
Of the work to do in the world to make
Life beautiful: yes, and my heartstrings ache
 
To think how you, at the stroke of War,
Chose that your steadfast soul should fly
With the eagles of France as their proud ally.        30
 
You were America’s self, dear lad—
The first swift son of your bright, free land
To heed the call of the Inner Command—
 
To image its spirit in such rare deeds
As braced the valour of France, who knows        35
That the heart of America thrills with her woes.
 
For a little leaven leavens the whole!
Mostly we find, when we trouble to seek
The soul of a people, that some unique,
 
Brave man is its flower and symbol, who        40
Makes bold to utter the words that choke
The throats of feebler, timider folk.
 
You flew for the western eagle—and fell
Doing great things for your country’s pride:
For the beauty and peace of life you died.        45
 
Britain and France have shrined in their souls
Your memory; yes, and for ever you share
Their love with their perished lords of the air.
 
Invisible now, in that empty seat,
You sit, who came through the clouds to me,        50
Swift as a message from over the sea.
 
My house is always open to you:
Dear spirit, come often and you will find
Welcome, where mind can foregather with mind!
 
And may we sit together one day        55
Quietly here, when a word is said
To bring new gladness unto our dead,
 
Knowing your dream is a dream no more;
And seeing on some momentous pact
Your vision upbuilt as a deathless fact.        60
 

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