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The Halt
" Mark time in front ! Rear fours cover ! Company — halt !
Order arms! Stand at — ease! Stand easy." A sudden hush:
And then the talk began with a mighty rush —
" You weren't ever in step — The sergeant. — It wasn't my fault-
Well, the Lord be praised at least for a ten minutes' halt."
We sat on a gate and watched them easing and shifting ;
Out of the distance a faint, keen breath came drifting,
From the sea behind the hills, and the hedges were salt.
Where do you halt now ? Under what hedge do you lie ?
Where the tall poplars are fringing the white French roads?
And smoke I have not seen discolours the foreign sky ?
Is the company resting there as we rested together