Dermot
Freyer .
*WAR
IN
THE
BALKANS .
[
RE
the
snows
lie
sleek
On
the moorland
grasses
Grey
guns shall
speak
In
the mountain
passes
.
Grey
guns shall bay
,
Grey
clouds
come
over
Wild
wood and
way
Where
the vultures hover
.
And
down
in
the plain
,
Where the
earth
lies under
Vineyard
and
grain
,
Grey
guns
shall
thunder
.
And many
a
lad
Streets
gay with
bunting
Shall
go
forth
glad
,
As
a
hound
to
the hunting
.
Shall
leave
the land
And
the plough
-
team
's
labour
,
And
take
to
his hand
White
lance
and
sabre
.