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When it is peace, then we may view again
With new-won eyes each other’s truer form
And wonder. Grown more loving-kind and warm
We’ll grasp firm hands and laugh at the old pain,
When it is peace. But until peace, the storm
The darkness and the thunder and the rain.[1]

[1] Charles Sorley, “To Germany”, in: Geert Buelens (ed.), Het lijf in slijk geplant: Gedichten uit de Eerste Wereldoorlog (Antwerp, 2008), 212.