Here you will find the Poem The Ancre at Hamel: Afterwards of poet Edmund Blunden
Where tongues were loud and hearts were light I heard the Ancre flow; Waking oft at the mid of night I heard the Ancre flow. I heard it crying, that sad rill, Below the painful ridge By the burnt unraftered mill And the relic of a bridge. And could this sighing river seem To call me far away, And its pale word dismiss as dream The voices of to-day? The voices in the bright room chilled And that mourned on alone; The silence of the full moon filled With that brook's troubling tone. The struggling Ancre had no part In these new hours of mine, And yet its stream ran through my heart; I heard it grieve and pine, As if its rainy tortured blood Had swirled into my own, When by its battered bank I stood And shared its wounded moan.
