War was return of earth to ugly earth,War was foundering of sublimities,Extinction of each happy art and faithBy which the world had still kept head in air.
Take your delight in momentariness,Walk between dark and dark — a shining spaceWith the grave's narrowness, though not its peace.
What, then, was war? No mere discord of flagsBut an infection of the common skyThat sagged ominously upon the earth.