To Fighter Pilot written during the Battle of Britain: 1940 You who are gone, escaped this little life And - passing upward, left the fields of strife: Were fashioned in a new nobility With mind unshackled and soul set free From bonds of sordidness. This hating world Had changed for you - for in its teeth you hurled Your battle cry: "This little that I am I give!" Your alter: red blood ran.... And when God called for greater sacrifice You did not stint but gave your all: your life. And now your noble soul has found release, The storm has passed for you: you are at peace. God grant this war-torn world can justify your deed By founding peace: as tribute to its gallant dead.