The first six months of World War II produced little poetry, but by last week Great Britain and her Dominions had begun to relieve the shortage. Available were several categories, beginning with mastiff-eyed Poet Laureate John Masefield's ode To the Australians Coming to Help Us:
Out of your young man's passion to be free
You left your lovely land to be our friends
Unto the death of Anzac, on the sea,
At Ypres, and on the chalk ridge of Pozières,
Wherever death was grimmest you were there;
No battle in the world war anywhere
But you helped win or, failing, met your ends....
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