“But when the dreaded moment's thereHe'll face us all, a soldier yet,Watch his bared wounds with unmoved air,(Though tell-tale lashes still are wet),And smoke his Woodbine cigarette.”Eva Dobell Unsourced, In A Soldiers' Hospital 1: Pluck
“The pain and laughter of the day are doneSo strangely hushed and still the long ward seems,Only the Sister's candle softly beams.Clear from the church near by the clock strikes 'one';And all are wrapt away in secret sleep and dreams.”Eva Dobell Unsourced, Night Duty
“A child - so wasted and so white,He told a lie to get his way,To march, a man with men, and fightWhile other boys are still at play.A gallant lie your heart will say.”Eva Dobell Unsourced, In A Soldiers' Hospital 1: Pluck
“One murmurs soft and low a woman's name;And here a vet'ran soldier calm and stillAs sculptured marble sleeps, and roams at willThrough eastern lands where sunbeams scorch like flame,By rich bazaar and town, and wood-wrapt snow-crowned hill.”Eva Dobell Unsourced, Night Duty