Classic Poem

This day last year I heard the curlew calling
By Hallypike,
And the clear tinkle of hill-waters falling
Down slack and syke.

But now I cannot hear the shrapnel's screaming,
The screech of shells;
And if again I see the blue lough gleaming
Among the fells,

Unheard of me will be the curlew's calling
By Hallypike,
And the clear tinkle of hill-waters falling
Down slack and syke.