To Lucasta on Going to the War - For the Fourth Time by Robert Graves
It doesnâ€™t matter whatâ€™s the cause, What wrong they say weâ€™re righting, A curse for treaties, bonds and laws, When weâ€™re to do the fighting! And since we lads are proud and true, What else remains to do? Lucasta, when to France your man Returns his fourth time, hating war, Yet laughs as calmly as he can And flings an oath, but says no more, That is not courage, thatâ€™s not fearâ€” Lucasta heâ€™s a Fusilier, And his pride sends him here.
Let statesmen bluster, bark and bray, And so decide who started This bloody war, and whoâ€™s to pay, But he must be stout-hearted, Must sit and stake with quiet breath, Playing at cards with Death. Donâ€™t plume yourself he fights for you; It is no courage, love, or hate, But let us do the things we do; Itâ€™s pride that makes the heart be great; It is not anger, no, nor fearâ€” Lucasta heâ€™s a Fusilier, And his pride keeps him here.