The Saturday poem for Remembrance Day: "Bugle"

High over London Victory floats And high, high, high, Harsh bugle notes Rend and embronze the air. Triumph is there With sombre sunbeams mixed of Autumn rare. Over and over the loud brass makes its cry, Summons to exultancy Of past in Victory. Yet in the gray street women void of grace Chatter of trifles, Hurry to barter, wander aimlessly The heedless town, Men lose their souls in care of business, As men had not been mown Like corn swathes East of Ypres or the Somme Never again home Or beauty most beloved to see, for that London Town might still be busy at Its sordid cares Traffic of wares. O Town, O Town In soldiers' faces one might see the fear That once again they should be called to bear Arms, and to save England from her own. (c Jan-Feb 1919) "The Bugle" is one of many previously unpublished works which will be included in an edition of Ivor Gurney's complete poetry for Oxford University Press, edited by Tim Kendall and Philip Lancaster.