George Herbert Clarke, ed. (1873–1953). A Treasury of War Poetry. 1917.
W. Snow
Oxford in War-Time
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Never an eight goes flashing by;
Never a blatant coach on the marge is
Urging his crew to do or die;
Never the critic we knew enlarges,
Fluent, on How and Why!
Welcomed the Football men aglow,
Covered with mud, as you’ll remember,
Eager to vanquish Oxford’s foe.
Where are the teams of last December?
Gone—where they had to go!
Warfare against the foeman-friend?
Far from the Parks, on a harder wicket,
Still they attack and still defend;
Playing a greater game, they’ll stick it,
Fearless until the end!
Hastily thrusting books aside;
Still the hurrying weeks bereave her,
Filling her heart with joy and pride;
Only the thought of you can grieve her,
You who have fought and died.