The Road To Ruin
My hopes, my messengers I sent Across the ten years continent Of Time. In dream I saw them go–
And thought, ‘When they come back I’ll show To what far place I lead my friends Where this disastrous decade ends.'
Like one in purgatory, I learned The loss of hope. For none returned, And long in darkening dream I lay. Then came a ghost whose warning breath Gasped from an agony of death, 'No, not that way; no, not that way.’
by Siegfried Sassoon






















