War Song
Soldier, in a curious land
All across a swaying sea,
Take her smile and lift her hand –
Have no guild of me.
Soldier, when were soldiers true?
If she’s kind and sweet and gay,
Use the wish I send to you –
Lie not lone till day!
Only, for the nights that were,
Soldier, and the dawns that came,
When in sleep you turn to her
Call her by my name.
Dorothy Parker
