August 6, 1916.â€”Officer previously reported died of wounds, now reported wounded: Graves, Captain R., Royal Welch Fusiliers.)
â€¦but I was dead, an hour or more. I woke when Iâ€™d already passed the door That Cerberus guards, and half-way down the road To Lethe, as an old Greek signpost showed. Above me, on my stretcher swinging by, I saw new stars in the subterrene sky: A Cross, a Rose in bloom, a Cage with bars, And a barbed Arrow feathered in fine stars. I felt the vapours of forgetfulness Float in my nostrils. Oh, may Heaven bless Dear Lady Proserpine, who saw me wake, And, stooping over me, for Hennaâ€™s sake Cleared my poor buzzing head and sent me back Breathless, with leaping heart along the track. After me roared and clattered angry hosts Of demons, heroes, and policeman-ghosts. â€œLife! life! I canâ€™t be dead! I wonâ€™t be dead! Damned if Iâ€™ll die for any one!â€ I saidâ€¦.
Cerberus stands and grins above me now, Wearing three headsâ€”lion, and lynx, and sow. â€œQuick, a revolver! But my Webleyâ€™s gone, Stolen!â€¦ No bombs â€¦ no knifeâ€¦. The crowd swarms on, Bellows, hurls stonesâ€¦. Not even a honeyed sopâ€¦ Nothingâ€¦. Good Cerberus!â€¦ Good dog!â€¦ but stop! Stay!â€¦ A great luminous thought â€¦ I do believe Thereâ€™s still some morphia that I bought on leave.â€ Then swiftly Cerberusâ€™ wide mouths I cram With army biscuit smeared with ration jam;
And sleep lurks in the luscious plum and apple. He crunches, swallows, stiffens, seems to grapple With the all-powerful poppy â€¦ then a snore, A crash; the beast blocks up the corridor With monstrous hairy carcase, red and dunâ€” Too late! for Iâ€™ve sped through. O Life! O Sun!