Here you will find the Poem Here and There of poet Francis William Bourdillon
'HERE' Soft benediction of September sun; Voices of children, laughing as they run; Green English lawns, bright flowers and butterflies; And over all the blue embracing skies. 'THERE' Tumult and roaring of the incessant gun; Dead men and dying, trenches lost and won; Blood, mud, and havoc, bugles, shoutings, cries; And over all the blue embracing skies.
