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Drummer Hodge
Thomas Hardy

They throw in Drummer Hodge, to rest
Uncoffined – just as found:
His landmark is a kopje-crest
That breaks the veldt around;
And foreign constellations west
Each night above his mound.

Young Hodge the Drummer never knew –
Fresh from his Wessex home –
The meaning of the broad Karoo,
The Bush, the dusty loam,
And why uprose to nightly view
Strange stars amid the gloam.

Yet portion of that unknown plain
Will Hodge forever be;
His homely Northern breast and brain
Grow to some Southern tree,
And strange-eyed constellation reign
His stars eternally.

Did anyone see The History Boys in the National Theatre in London or when it toured around England? It had this poem in it, and I thought it was beautiful.

I was also going to post Suicide In The Trenches by Sassoon, but then I discovered it was posted not too long ago.

Yay, poetry.