You've heard me, scornful, harsh, and discontented,



Mocking and loathing War: you've asked me why



Of my old, silly sweetness I've repented—



My ecstasies changed to an ugly cry.







You are aware that once I sought the Grail,



Riding in armour bright, serene and strong;



And it was told that through my infant wail



There rose immortal semblances of song.







But now I've said good-bye to Galahad,



And am no more the knight of dreams and show:



For lust and senseless hatred make me glad,



And my killed friends are with me where I go.



Wound for red wound I burn to smite their wrongs;

