I am the man who looked for peace and found My own eyes barbed. I am the man who groped for words and found An arrow in my hand. I am the builder whose firm walls surround A slipping land. When I grow sick or mad Mock me not nor chain me; When I reach for the wind Cast me not down Though my face is a burnt book And a wasted town.
Editor's note: written in March 1942. Keyes was a lieutenant in the West Kent regiment, killed during a raid in North Africa, 19th April 1943.
- Sydney Keyes
- The Voice of War -- Michael Joseph Ltd (1995)