Here you will find the Poem The Coming Of War of poet Leon Gellert
Strong from the hills it comes, and flowing rivers; Swift from the waters of the rising seas; Swift on the chilling heart that waits and quivers With a terror of hideousies. Behind grey mist it comes, and creeping cloud That licks the fading earth with foetid breath. From plains it comes, and silent lakes ? a shroud That holds unloosed the damned brigades of death. It sweeps and passes. Everything is dead- Broken with foulness-ravished as it bled! A blow, a weeping! Then a silence lies. Faint bells low-tinkling from the bloody sod Rise from the depths of heart, and touch the skies, And murmur at the very stairs of God.
